One day, a long time ago, an old Miller and his Son were on their way to market with an Ass which they hoped to sell. Dear friend, he said, I was just on my way to visit a sick relative, when I stumbled into this string and got all tangled up. They immediately attacked the Mouse army in large numbers. But Mercury did not give them the golden axe. I hear you, said the Wolf, and I haven't the least grudge against you for what you say or do. The Stork could easily get at the food with his long bill, but all the Fox could do was to lick the outside of the jar, and sniff at the delicious odor. My son, said the Mother Mouse, that gentle creature you saw was none other than the Cat. Mercury dived down for the third time, and when he came up again he had the very axe that had been lost. And when the Fox lost his temper, the Stork said calmly: Do not play tricks on your neighbors unless you can stand the same treatment yourself.
It all depends on the point of view, and who tells the story.