Two Pots, one of brass and the other of clay, stood together on the hearthstone. The Boys amused themselves by throwing stones into the pond so as to make them skip on top of the water. Goodby, he said, I've seen enough. He now began to glare at the others very savagely. A wise old Cat heard the dispute and offered to settle it. Then, toward nightfall, he heard the Mother's voice again as she sat down near the window to sing and rock her baby to sleep. There he stood, unwilling to give up a single filbert and yet unable to get them all out at once. Just then the Ass kicked out with all his might, tumbling the Wolf a dozen paces away. Naturally, the poor foolish Ass soon died.
The flatterer seeks some benefit at your expense.