A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. The Fox did not vote for the Monkey and was much disgusted with the Animals for electing so unworthy a ruler. It was nobody but the Barnyard Cock and the first one the little Mouse had ever seen. But when he turned his head and saw who had spoken, he walked quietly on. A Fox, who ran with the rest, stopped short as soon as he heard the voice. If you can cure yourself of that blotchy skin and that rheumatic gait, someone might believe you. They could not pull their feet out of the sticky mass. Hardly anything, answered the House Dog. Chase people who carry canes, bark at beggars, and fawn on the people of the house. You think you are extremely clever, don't you? said the Fox. The beaten Bull was driven to the marsh, where his great hoofs crushed the Frogs to death.
Do not let your vanity make you overestimate your powers.