A Dog had learned to carry his master's dinner to him every day. Do you think, he said spitefully to the Lion, that I am afraid of you because they call you king? The poor thing felt as if he must die of thirst. Just think of it!, I simply cannot wait to embrace you! But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. He groaned and cried and tore his hair. But I know you!, It's your own appetite you are thinking of, not mine!
Do not let your vanity make you overestimate your powers.