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. What they seemed to think of more than anything else was to get something to eat, and it did not matter much to them how they got it. Please let me go, he pleaded. The Woodman was in despair. One warm summer afternoon as she dozed away in her den in the old oak tree, a Grasshopper nearby began a joyous but very raspy song. Indeed he became about three times as big around the middle as he was when he went in. Very well, said his master, go your way, you willful beast, and see where it leads you. If it were not for those Dogs who are always stirring up trouble, I am sure we should get along beautifully. Shortly after that, another election among the Animals was held.
A fine coat is not always an indication of an attractive mind.