Two Men were traveling in company through a forest, when, all at once, a huge Bear crashed out of the brush near them. The Sheep knew him for a very swift runner, who could easily take himself out of reach, were he so inclined. The Crane, as you can imagine, was very uneasy about putting her head in a Wolf's throat. Tweet, tweet, laughed the Birds. The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So they decided to leave the farmyard and to set out into the world along the road that led to the woods. At first his beams were gentle, and in the pleasant warmth after the bitter cold of the North Wind, the Traveler unfastened his cloak and let it hang loosely from his shoulders. Fancy me running away from a puny Lion! The honey belongs to the Bees.
Learn from my fate not to take pity on a scoundrel.