A little hungry Mouse found his way one day into a basket of corn. The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella. But he immediately wrapped it closely around him, and the harder the Wind blew, the tighter he held it to him. But he spoke in an absent way, and stretching up on tiptoes, seemed to be looking at something afar off. So she asked him if he knew someone who would answer for him. So they brought the case before the Hornet, justice of the peace in that part of the woods. The Cock smiled as he buried his head in his feathers and went to sleep, for he had succeeded in outwitting a very crafty enemy.
Always stop to think whether your fun may not be the cause of another's unhappiness.