A sacred Image was being carried to the temple. 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. Just then they heard a shout of Stop, thief! No, answered the honest Woodman, that is not my axe. The road led across a treeless plain where the Sun beat down fiercely. But much to the Satyr's surprise, the Man began to blow into his bowl of porridge. Running to one of the great ropes that bound him, she gnawed it until it parted, and soon the Lion was free. But he wants my bacon! gree-ee-ee!
A fool may deceive by his dress and appearance, but his words will soon show what he really is.