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. A great crowd of people followed the procession. Then he struck up a louder and still more rasping tune. The argument grew very pointed, and it looked as if the affair could not be settled without a battle, when at last, with much good sense, they agreed to let a judge decide the matter. In despair the Mice called a council, and there it was decided that the Mouse army was always beaten because it had no leaders. The Eagle was constantly pouncing on the Hare, and the Owl dined daily on Mice. In the middle they met horn to horn. Neither would give way, and so they both fell, to be swept away by the roaring torrent below.
They complain most who suffer least.