A Lion and an Ass agreed to go hunting together. Please pull it out, he pleaded, groaning as if in pain. A Fox chanced to see them and laughed scornfully. Can Mice fly? But he took such a great fistful that he could not draw his hand out again. The Satyr sprang hurriedly to his feet and made for the door. That's what I call real beauty.
The evil doer often comes to harm through his own deceit.