One day a Stag came to a Sheep and asked her to lend him a measure of wheat. But the party ended dismally with all the birds entangled in the meshes of the Farmer's net. They hurried out into the woods, one here, one there, and hiding their axes in the bushes, pretended they had lost them. His teeth were worn away. Now the master came in, and away scampered the rascals, Mistress Cat with a burnt paw and no chestnuts. Do you ever get anywhere? he asked with a mocking laugh. That's what I call real beauty.
It is unwise to treat old friends badly for the sake of new ones.