A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. So he pretended he was lame, and began to hobble painfully. For dinner the Fox served soup, But it was set out in a very shallow dish, and all the Stork could do was to wet the very tip of his bill. Look at my wings. This wheat is now ready for reaping, said the Farmer. As she walked along, her pretty head was busy with plans for the days to come. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the Kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. Put your mouths close to my ears while you tell me the facts. Very smart, aren't you? They persuaded the Dogs to go away, and that very evening the Wolves had the grandest feast of their lives.
What is evil won is evil lost.