A Wolf left his lair one evening in fine spirits and an excellent appetite. He walked about restlessly, tearing up the ground with his toes, and beating his arms savagely against his sides. Is this your constancy? she exclaimed tearfully. You laughed when I said I would repay you, said the Mouse. Do not worry about us, replied the Reeds. Such scanty fare is not fit for a Heron. So he put on a pair of spectacles, and with a leather box in his hand, knocked at the door of the Bird's home. The horses could hardly drag the load through the deep mud, and at last came to a standstill when one of the wheels sank to the hub in a rut. Look at my ribs. I am nothing but skin and bone. But let me tell you something in private. He would not honor the fool with even so much as a stroke of his claws.
Do not believe everything you hear.