One day, a long time ago, an old Miller and his Son were on their way to market with an Ass which they hoped to sell. The Shepherd Dogs pricked up their ears. You do muddy it! retorted the Wolf savagely, And besides, I have heard that you told lies about me last year! So he picked up some castoff feathers of the Peacocks and stuck them among his own black plumes. So she put a bit of frankincense before him and asked him to tell what it was. A Cock, rising early, discovered what had happened. At nightfall the Cock, looking for a place to roost, as was his custom, spied nearby a hollow tree that he thought would do very nicely for a night's lodging. That's what I call real beauty.
Might makes right.