An Ass found a Lion's skin left in the forest by a hunter. As they went along, picking up provisions on the way - a stray mouse here, a fat chicken there - they began an argument to while away the time between bites. Or is it his wrinkled hide? They have taken all they can hold. What! Yet he imagined that all he needed to make himself fit for the society of the Peacocks was a dress like theirs. Why, you have to fight hard for every bite you get. The Fox just as quickly jumped on the Goat's back and leaped from the tip of the Goat's horns out of the well. At last he became so heated that he pulled off his cloak, and, to escape the blazing sunshine, threw himself down in the welcome shade of a tree by the roadside.
Wicked deeds will not stay hid.