A very young Mouse, who had never seen anything of the world, almost came to grief the very first time he ventured out. But it was not long before he grew impatient with the Goose because she gave him only a single golden egg a day. Then he started wildly over the field, bleating for his mother. You are a Mouse, he said, and I am a sworn enemy of Mice. Then the Sun began to shine. As fast as she pulled the chestnuts out of the fire, the Monkey ate them up. Just then the Father came within sight of the home, and the Wolf was barely able to save himself from the Dogs by a clever bit of running.
It is wicked to take advantage of another's distress.