One moonlight evening as Master Fox was taking his usual stroll in the woods, he saw a number of Pheasants perched quite out of his reach on a limb of a tall old tree. They could not pull their feet out of the sticky mass. Hardly anything, answered the House Dog. Chase people who carry canes, bark at beggars, and fawn on the people of the house. You think you are extremely clever, don't you? said the Fox. A few days later the Shepherd Boy again shouted, Wolf!, Wolf! A little later when he lifted his head, the flock was gone. This is my trick, he called to the Fox. My father was an Ass after all.
It all depends on the point of view, and who tells the story.