A Fox fell into a well, and though it was not very deep, he found that he could not get out again. The Town Mouse ate very sparingly, nibbling a little of this and a little of that, and by her manner making it very plain that she ate the simple food only to be polite. So when they saw the Birds getting the better of it, they were Birds for all there was in it. Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her Queen of Birds. Though the task they had to do was very light compared with that of the Oxen, they creaked and groaned at every turn. Instead he struck at the drinking horn, hanging at the Countryman's belt, and into it let fly the poison of his fangs. There the first he laid hands on and killed was the Wolf.
However unfortunate we may think we are there is always someone worse off than ourselves.