The Swallow and the Crow had an argument one day about their plumage. I am King Lion, he said, when he had finished, so of course I get the first part. He was all alone. Alas, O Jupiter, man does not know what he asks! He walked about restlessly, tearing up the ground with his toes, and beating his arms savagely against his sides. Is this your constancy? she exclaimed tearfully. You laughed when I said I would repay you, said the Mouse. Do not worry about us, replied the Reeds. Such scanty fare is not fit for a Heron. How much better it would have been, they said, to have shared in a friendly spirit.
A fool may deceive by his dress and appearance, but his words will soon show what he really is.