A Wolf, lurking near the Shepherd's hut, saw the Shepherd and his family feasting on a roasted lamb. Then one day, when the ripe golden grain waved in the breeze, the Farmer and his son came into the field. Naturally that was an awful state of affairs for a greedy Wolf. I would gladly get them, said the cunning Monkey, but you are much more skillful at such things than I am. Besides, her eyes were not sharp enough by day to permit her to punish the Grasshopper as he deserved. Now the Beetle told the reason for her action, and Jupiter had to acknowledge the justice of her cause. My father was an Ass after all.
Be sure of your pedigree before you boast of it.