One cold stormy day a Goatherd drove his Goats for shelter into a cave, where a number of Wild Goats had also found their way. Your honor, he said, the case has now been pending for six weeks. Why do you do that? asked the Satyr. Thus it happened that the axe slipped and flew out of his hands into the pool. The Lion felt a flash of anger. The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust. Making music, were you? they cried. Now the Fox made as if to climb a tree, now he fell over and lay still, playing dead, and the next instant he was hopping on all fours, his back in the air, and his bushy tail shaking so that it seemed to throw out silver sparks in the moonlight. But before starting out he made a vow to Jupiter that if he would help him find the thief he would offer a fat Calf as a sacrifice. The Sun's rays grew warmer and warmer. But the third time, the Fox went boldly up to the Lion and, without turning a hair, said, Hello, there, old top.
Do not resent the remarks of a fool. Ignore them.