A Fox, swimming across a river, was barely able to reach the bank, where he lay bruised and exhausted from his struggle with the swift current. Then he turned to the Fox. You divide it, he roared angrily. Show me a white paw, he said, or I won't let you in. A white paw, of course, is a feature few Wolves can show, and so Master Wolf had to go away as hungry as he had come. they cried. I have eaten goats and bulls and stags. So the Wolf spoke very humbly to the Dog, complimenting him on his fine appearance. There another unpleasant surprise awaited him. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.
Do not give up friends for foes.