At a great celebration in honor of King Lion, the Monkey was asked to dance for the company. But when he tried to rise again he found that he could not get away, for his claws were tangled in the wool. Long shadows came creeping over the ground. If that is the case, he said, cover up that stone. The Fox was well satisfied, but the Lion flew into a great rage over it, and with one stroke of his huge paw, he added the Ass to the pile of slain. Just then one of the swarm came home from the clover field with a load of sweets. I can feel that distinctly. Next day he was put into harness again and that evening he was very downhearted indeed. Have you no manners?, You should at least respect my age and leave me to sleep in quiet! Oho, what have we here? they cried. Up he jumped to the Owl's den, but as soon as he was near enough so the old Owl could see him clearly, she pounced upon him and ate him up.
It is unwise to treat old friends badly for the sake of new ones.