Two Travellers, walking in the noonday sun, sought the shade of a widespreading tree to rest. His limbs could no longer bear him, and the King of Beasts was very pitiful indeed as he lay gasping on the ground, about to die. What!, snarled the Wolf, whirling around. To cool my porridge, replied the Man. On the ground lay a Snake, stiff and frozen with the cold. You would be wiser, said an old acquaintance, to keep quietly out of sight with that clog. But the Beetle buzzed about Jupiter's head, and made him rise to drive her away; and the eggs rolled from his lap. This Dog was a favorite and received many a pat and kind word from his Master, as well as choice bits from his plate. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.
Expect no reward for serving the wicked.