Fable #117

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One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer There was a sudden rush of great wings. He found the Dog in his master's yard, and asked him to come out and be eaten. If you will please go around to the door of my house at the foot of the tree, my porter will let you in. On the way home the Ass, remembering what had happened at the ford, purposely let himself fall into the water, and again got rid of most of his burden. But they soon discovered how tame and peaceable King Log was. You can never be too sure, said the Kid, when he saw the Wolf making off to the woods.

In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.