The Peacock, they say, did not at first have the beautiful feathers in which he now takes so much pride. 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. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.
Two wrongs do not make a right.