A long time ago, the Lion, the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf agreed to go hunting together, sharing with each other whatever they found. Now the farmer came in. And so far as shepherds are concerned, we all know they belong to that puny race that pretends to be our masters. His Master had told him to call for help should a Wolf attack the flock, and the Villagers would drive it away. Mercury laid the golden axe on the bank and sprang back into the pool. Then into the pond he jumped, dragging his foolish companion with him. Thus at one swoop he had caught both meat and fish for his dinner.
Do not listen to the advice of him who seeks to lower you to his own level.