A Wolf left his lair one evening in fine spirits and an excellent appetite. Pull them out and I'll divide them between us. It was a terrible battle. Then she tried it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. Do come down, dear friend, and let us celebrate the joyful event. He had had experience with such birds before. Rolling himself in flour until he was covered completely, he lay down in the flour bin, with one eye open for the Mice. All fell to lapping up the water as fast as they could. I'm a butcher by trade, not a doctor.
Foolish curiosity and vanity often lead to misfortune.