A Bull once escaped from a Lion by entering a cave which the Goatherds used to house their flocks in stormy weather and at night. When they reached the mansion in which the Town Mouse lived, they found on the table in the dining room the leavings of a very fine banquet. 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. Aha!, he muttered, What a great shouting and running about there would have been, had they caught me at just the very thing they are doing with so much enjoyment!
Greatness has its penalties.