A Boy, stung by a Nettle, ran home crying, to get his mother to blow on the hurt and kiss it. You may have a very smart coat, he said, but you would be a great deal better off if you had a little more smartness inside your head and less on your ribs, the way I am. And this is the story he told his mother about his adventures. Even the Hare, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion. You've been stuffing. That's what you get. What a horrible crime it was to eat grass that belonged to someone else! But an Eagle, circling overhead, heard the boasting chanticleer and, swooping down, carried him off to his nest. It's all the same to me, replied the Bull. They persuaded the Dogs to go away, and that very evening the Wolves had the grandest feast of their lives.
Do not grudge others what you cannot enjoy yourself.