There was once a little Kid whose growing horns made him think he was a grown-up Billy Goat and able to take care of himself. If it wasn't you, it was your brother! My gold!, O my gold!, cried the Miser, wildly, someone has robbed me! So he commanded that all animals with horns should leave his domains within twenty-four hours. To the Cat it was almost as if he already had a plump young Mouse under his claws, when an old Rat, who had had much experience with Cats and traps, and had even lost a part of his tail to pay for it, sat up at a safe distance from a hole in the wall where he lived. He was very angry to think that any animal that he chose for a meal, should be so brazen as to wear such dangerous things as horns to scratch him while he ate. He soon roused the whole hen yard, and when the Farmer came running out, that was the end of Mr. Fox.
Learn from my fate not to take pity on a scoundrel.