Two men were traveling in company along the road when one of them picked up a well-filled purse. But when he tried to rise again he found that he could not get away, for his claws were tangled in the wool. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. If that is the case, he said, cover up that stone. The Fox was well satisfied, but the Lion flew into a great rage over it, and with one stroke of his huge paw, he added the Ass to the pile of slain. Just then one of the swarm came home from the clover field with a load of sweets. I can feel that distinctly. Next day he was put into harness again and that evening he was very downhearted indeed. Have you no manners?, You should at least respect my age and leave me to sleep in quiet! Immediately they all fell upon him, the Wolf in the lead, and soon had made an end to him, sacrificing him to the gods then and there, and without the formality of an altar.
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.