A Dove saw an Ant fall into a brook. Solid food!, said the Sheep. said the old Frog, puffing herself up. Can it be a crime to eat sheep, such stupid mutton heads? And, as usually happens when comrades argue, the talk began to get personal. Every day the Dog would run to meet the Master, frisking playfully about and leaping up to lick his hands and face. He was very much astonished at the strange sight and cried: This must surely be the King of Tortoises! So a large number of generals and commanders were appointed from among the most eminent Mice. What must I do? asked the Wolf The Heron saw no more fish, and very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.
The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.