A Dog and a Cock, who were the best of friends, wished very much to see something of the world. But the best he could do was to get his head out. You must be very glad to have me go now, he said. But no matter who it was, I do not intend to be talked out of my breakfast. But when he tried to rise again he found that he could not get away, for his claws were tangled in the wool. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. If that is the case, he said, cover up that stone. The Fox was well satisfied, but the Lion flew into a great rage over it, and with one stroke of his huge paw, he added the Ass to the pile of slain. Just then one of the swarm came home from the clover field with a load of sweets. Just then the Father came within sight of the home, and the Wolf was barely able to save himself from the Dogs by a clever bit of running.
They complain most who suffer least.