A Jackdaw chanced to fly over the garden of the King's palace. Please, Mr. Wolf, he said trembling, I know you are going to eat me. When they saw the danger the Master was in from the clumsy beast, they set upon the Ass and drove him with kicks and blows back to the stable. They had crossed this river many times before without accident, but this time the Ass slipped and fell when halfway over. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Take care! he cried. That may be a heap of meal, but it looks to me very much like the Cat. The Weasels accepted the challenge with eagerness, for they were always ready for a fight when a meal was in sight. I'll show him who is fit to be king, he or I. Just then an immense shadow blotted him out entirely, and the next instant a Lion struck him down with a single blow.
A small gain is worth more than a large promise.