The Frogs were tired of governing themselves. Travelers ought to share alike the fortunes or misfortunes of the road. Why don't you dress better? Show a little pride! I intend to stay right here. And with that, he politely escorted the Snakes out of doors. This Weasel happened to be a bitter enemy of Birds, and he soon had the Bat under his claws, ready to eat him. But it was served in a tall jar with a very narrow neck. As he stood wringing his hands and weeping, the god Mercury suddenly appeared and asked what the trouble was. Not one escaped the teeth of the hungry Weasels.
Do not trust alone to outward appearances.