One bright day in late autumn a family of Ants were bustling about in the warm sunshine, drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer He doubled on his tracks, he ran at top speed, he entered a dozen burrows, but all in vain. So the Fox led the Ass into a deep pit. Your majesty, said the Fox, you are too good. To tell the truth, I even ate up a shepherd now and then. Surprised but delighted at the prospect of so delicious a meal, the Wolf settled down under an open window, expecting every moment to have the child handed out to him. It was late in the day and the Woodman was tired. Seeing the body of the Mouse floating on the water, the Hawk swooped down, seized the Mouse and carried it off, with the Frog dangling from its leg. No need to search any farther, thought sly Master Fox. No hidden gold did they find; but at harvest time when they had settled their accounts and had pocketed a rich profit far greater than that of any of their neighbors, they understood that the treasure their father had told them about was the wealth of a bountiful crop, and that in their industry had they found the treasure.
Look before you leap.