A Cat was growing very thin. As you have guessed, he did not get enough to eat. All the young men will look at me. And this, you may well know, made their work so much the harder to endure. That evening he gave the Jackdaw to his children. He was to meet some jolly young men that morning, and he was at his wits' end how to get enough money to keep up appearances. I am nothing but a Mouse. He would be very happy to give them some medicine. As he ran, the setting sun cast his shadow far out on the ground, and it looked as if the wolf were a hundred times bigger than he really was. As he drew his last breath, he said to those standing around: Learn from my fate not to take pity on a scoundrel.
We often make much of the ornamental and despise the useful.