A Traveler had hired an Ass to carry him to a distant part of the country. The Weasel had to admit that the Bat was not a Mouse, so he let him go. No, indeed; they settled right down, feet and all, to gorge themselves. I have no brothers. The bite was deadly and the Farmer felt that he must die. Roused from his nap, the Lion laid his huge paw angrily on the tiny creature to kill her. The privates easily slipped into their holes, but the Mouse leaders could not squeeze through the narrow openings because of their head-dresses. One day as he sat watching the Sheep and the quiet forest, and thinking what he would do should he see a Wolf, he thought of a plan to amuse himself. I was mistaken, he said. Sweeping down, the Eagle seized the poisoned horn from out his savior's hands, and flew away with it to hide it where it could never be found.
The least of our enemies is often the most to be feared.