The Lion had been badly hurt by the horns of a Goat, which he was eating. It was mounted on an Ass adorned with garlands and gorgeous trappings, and a grand procession of priests and pages followed it through the streets. As the Reeds spoke a great hurricane rushed out of the north. As Mr. Rat walked along, he kept mostly to the ditch, he noticed a great commotion up the road, and soon a grand procession came in view. We must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it. All the young men will look at me. And this, you may well know, made their work so much the harder to endure. That evening he gave the Jackdaw to his children. And so the Bat escaped with his life a second time.
Better to bear a lesser evil than to risk a greater in removing it.