A Lion lay asleep in the forest, his great head resting on his paws. His sharp quills pricked them at every turn, and at last they politely asked him to leave. That is all very well, replied the Pig, with a squeal and a frantic kick. But alas! It was a long time before he came back to her. The Goatherd was frightened. But he forgot to latch the door of his house and while he was gone a Weasel walked in and calmly made himself at home. One day he heard that some Birds in the neighborhood were ailing and needed a doctor. The moment he caught sight of me he opened his pointed mouth as if to swallow me, and then he let out a piercing roar that frightened me almost to death. Come close to me, said the Cat, I am very deaf. At last he became so heated that he pulled off his cloak, and, to escape the blazing sunshine, threw himself down in the welcome shade of a tree by the roadside.
Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty.