A jar of honey was upset and the sticky sweetness flowed out on the table. With the first gust of wind the ends of the cloak whipped about the Traveler's body. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting. Pussy stretched out her paw very carefully, pushed aside some of the cinders, and drew back her paw very quickly. The angry Merchant immediately turned about and drove the Ass back to the seashore, where he loaded him with two great baskets of sponges. But his weight upset the chair, and Ass and man rolled over together in the pile of broken dishes from the table. The wind redoubled in fury, and all at once the great tree fell, torn up by the roots, and lay among the pitying Reeds.
Borrowed feathers do not make fine birds.