The Weasels and the Mice were always up in arms against each other. But after the wedding, when the Kite flew away to find something to eat for his bride, all he had when he returned, was a tiny Mouse. The poor Miller now set out sadly for home. But the Reeds bowed low in the wind and sang a sad and mournful song. The Kid shivered as he thought of the terrible Wolf. I know it will make you sing like Apollo himself. You are a Bird, he said, and I am going to eat you! With each pebble the water rose a little higher until at last it was near enough so he could drink.
Greediness leads to misfortune.