A Bat blundered into the nest of a Weasel, who ran up to catch and eat him. I will confess all my sins first. But as nothing stirred, all trooped joyfully out to celebrate the death of the Cat. But the Wolf did not try to do any harm. Instead he seemed to be helping the Shepherd take care of the Sheep. Take good care of the house, my son, she said to the Kid, as she carefully latched the door. So intense did the heat become, that the Traveler at last decided to stop for a rest, and as there was no other shade to be found, the Traveler sat down in the shadow of the Ass. A chain!,cried the Wolf. And as the water weeds he ate did not agree with him, he got thinner and thinner, and at last he died.
Deeds count, not boasting words.