An Ass and a Fox had become close comrades, and were constantly in each other's company. When the young Larks told their mother what they had heard that day, she said: Then we must be off at once. As she thought of how she would settle that matter, she tossed her head scornfully, and down fell the pail of milk to the ground. But the Fox was already on his way to the woods. The Lion now recovered his good humor entirely. Now there were several Woodmen in the village who believed that they could easily win the same good fortune. The greedy Monkey followed the Fox to the trap. So with much rustling of feathers and a fierce air, he came down swiftly on the back of a large Ram. If you had as much sense as you have beard, old fellow, he said as he ran, you would have been more cautious about finding a way to get out again before you jumped in.
Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty.