A little Mole once said to his Mother: Why, Mother, you said I was blind! But I am sure I can see! What in the world were you doing all last summer? Pull them out and I'll divide them between us. It was a terrible battle. Then she tried it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. Do come down, dear friend, and let us celebrate the joyful event. He had had experience with such birds before. Do you want everybody to know what a disgraceful and ill-natured Dog you are?
Do not play tricks on your neighbors unless you can stand the same treatment yourself.