Early one morning a hungry Wolf was prowling around a cottage at the edge of a village, when he heard a child crying in the house. And when he came out of the warren in the early morning sunshine, and there saw the shadow cast by his long and pointed ears, a terrible fright seized him. At last one of the Frogs, the oldest and bravest, put his head out of the water, and said, Oh, please, dear children, stop your cruel play! See, said the man, that's how strong we are! To warm my hands, the Man replied. But he always guarded it faithfully. All he could do to amuse himself was to talk to his dog or play on his shepherd's pipe. No, no, your majesty. We know how you would treat us later on, if some strangers should come as we did.
Give a finger and lose a hand.