One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer Can it be a crime to eat sheep, such stupid mutton heads? And, as usually happens when comrades argue, the talk began to get personal. Every day the Dog would run to meet the Master, frisking playfully about and leaping up to lick his hands and face. He was very much astonished at the strange sight and cried: This must surely be the King of Tortoises! So a large number of generals and commanders were appointed from among the most eminent Mice. What must I do? asked the Wolf One day he found a trap with a bit of meat in it. But before he left he begged the Bull's pardon for having used his horn for a resting place. But if you should ask him, he would say he is an Eagle.
In unity is strength.