A Lion had grown very old. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. Not a drop of soup could he get, But the Fox lapped it up easily, and, to increase the disappointment of the Stork, made a great show of enjoyment. The Goatherd tried to call it back, but in vain. Just then a Weasel came by, He understood the situation quickly. Piraeus is my very best friend. As the days passed, the wheat stalks grew tall and the young birds, too, grew in strength. He was very faithful to his duty, though the smell of the good things in the basket tempted him. The Eagle's grief and anger knew no bounds, but who had done the cruel deed she did not know. But there a hungry Fox spied him, and in a twinkling, ate him up, both shell and claw.
It is wiser to bear a single injury in silence than to provoke thousand by flying into a rage.