A Porcupine was looking for a good home. If he had stopped to think he would have known better. But this only brought out the whole swarm. Soon a swarm of blood-sucking flies settled on him; but he lay quietly, still too weak to run away from them. How can it be, he sighed, that I should be cursed with such legs when I have so magnificent a crown. The Snake soon revived, and when it had enough strength, bit the man who had been so kind to it. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. But the Dog would not let them get near the manger, and snarled and snapped as if it were filled with the best of meat and bones, all for himself. But he wants my bacon! gree-ee-ee!
Our best blessings are often the least appreciated.