Two Travelers were walking along the seashore, Far out they saw something riding on the waves. Please pull it out, he pleaded, groaning as if in pain. A Fox chanced to see them and laughed scornfully. Can Mice fly? But he took such a great fistful that he could not draw his hand out again. The Satyr sprang hurriedly to his feet and made for the door. Sweeping down, the Eagle seized the poisoned horn from out his savior's hands, and flew away with it to hide it where it could never be found.
An invitation prompted by selfishness is not to be accepted.