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 I want to get married, replied the Eagle, and I can't find a mate who can provide for me as I should like. Just then the Cat let go his hold, and before the Mice recovered from their surprise, he had made an end of three or four. But Master Fox very wisely stayed outside, thanking the Lion very kindly for the invitation. Instead, not long afterward, he invited the Fox to dine with him in turn. A third time and she drew out the chestnut. What they seemed to think of more than anything else was to get something to eat, and it did not matter much to them how they got it. Please let me go, he pleaded. The Woodman was in despair. And as the water weeds he ate did not agree with him, he got thinner and thinner, and at last he died.
We cannot expect any one to share our misfortunes unless we are willing to share our good fortune also.