Two Bulls were fighting furiously in a field, at one side of which was a marsh. When he saw how gaily the birds flew about and how the Hare and the Chipmunk and all the other animals ran nimbly by, always eager to see everything there was to be seen, the Tortoise felt very sad and discontented. Though he was well fed, he had much work to do; besides, the Master hardly ever took any notice of him. Besides, it was well known, he said, that men hunt Foxes simply for their tails, which they cut off as prizes of the hunt. At last the Shepherd got so used to seeing the Wolf about that he forgot how wicked he could be. You may have a very smart coat, he said, but you would be a great deal better off if you had a little more smartness inside your head and less on your ribs, the way I am. And this is the story he told his mother about his adventures. Even the Hare, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion. You've been stuffing. That's what you get. His rival saw the deed, and coming out of his corner, took his place as master of the farmyard.
Do not depend on the promises of those whose interest it is to deceive you.