A Shepherd, counting his Sheep one day, discovered that a number of them were missing. Can you guess who it was that our young Mouse was trying to describe to his mother? Sure enough, the Mice soon began to come out. But though he could swim a little, he did not dare risk going into the pond without some help. Oh no! Instead he gave them each a hard whack over the head with it and sent them home. He called a meeting of all the Foxes, saying that he had something of great importance to tell the tribe. Finding his Master seated at the dinner table, he kicked up his heels and, with a loud bray, pranced giddily around the table, upsetting it as he did so. She seemed very sad and drooping for an Eagle. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.
Deeds count, not boasting words.