The Frogs were tired of governing themselves. In an instant the Cat was up a tree, hiding among the leaves. Some days later the Wolf came back for the promised feast. But the Dogs kept them all at a respectful distance, and the Sheep grazed in perfect safety. With the King in his luxurious howdah were the royal Dog and Cat. This time he brought up an axe of silver, but the Woodman declared again that his axe was just an ordinary one with a wooden handle. The sly Fox soon found a bright patch of moonlight, where the Pheasants could see him clearly; there he raised himself up on his hind legs, and began a wild dance. But the Dog seemed to be very proud of the clog and dragged it about noisily as if he wished to attract everybody's attention. My father certainly was a full-blooded racer, he said. And so they died, giving their lives for the sake of a taste of sweetness.
The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.