A Butterfly once fell in love with a beautiful Rose. He tied the Mouse's leg to his own with a tough reed. But the Serpent's hold only tightened, and slowly the Eagle sank back to earth, gasping for breath. Yes, answered the Monkey, proudly. My family is one of the noblest in the city. The Wolf liked the idea of a little music before eating, so he struck up a merry tune and the Kid leaped and frisked gaily. The hungry Stork was much displeased at the trick, but he was a calm, even-tempered fellow and saw no good in flying into a rage. One evening he was walking along the open road outside the village. The next day, dressed in the skin, the Wolf strolled into the pasture with the Sheep. The foolish bird got the idea that if he lived like the Swan, swimming and diving all day long and eating the weeds and plants that grow in the water, his feathers would turn white like the Swan's. If you had as much sense as you have beard, old fellow, he said as he ran, you would have been more cautious about finding a way to get out again before you jumped in.
It all depends on the point of view, and who tells the story.