A Merchant, driving his Ass homeward from the seashore with a heavy load of salt, came to a river crossed by a shallow ford. Not always! Unable to free himself, he filled the forest with his angry roaring. Do you not see, replied the old Frog, that the Bull who is beaten, will be driven away from the good forage up there to the reeds of this marsh, and we shall all be trampled into the mud? Strangely enough, a Wolf was lurking near and heard what the Goat had said. An Ant was first to take the stand, and was about to be cross-examined, when a wise old Bee addressed the Court. A Bull trampled him with his heavy hoofs. When that Lion leaves, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.
Your enemies will seize any excuse to attack you.