A Bat blundered into the nest of a Weasel, who ran up to catch and eat him. Angry at the cheat, they flew at him, plucking away the borrowed feathers and also some of his own. Then one evening as the sun was setting behind the forest and the shadows were creeping out over the pasture, a Wolf really did spring from the underbrush and fall upon the Sheep. The Fox saw a slender chance of escape. After many years, Tortoise began to wish he had gone to that wedding. The Father then untied the bundle and gave the sticks to his Sons to break one by one. And when he came out of the warren in the early morning sunshine, and there saw the shadow cast by his long and pointed ears, a terrible fright seized him. At last one of the Frogs, the oldest and bravest, put his head out of the water, and said, Oh, please, dear children, stop your cruel play! Not one escaped the teeth of the hungry Weasels.
Greediness leads to misfortune.