A Wolf had been feasting too greedily, and a bone had stuck crosswise in his throat. Now her weird hoo-hoo-hoo-oo-oo echoes through the quiet wood, and she begins her hunt for the bugs and beetles, frogs and mice she likes so well to eat. At last he felt satisfied and dragged himself to the opening to get out again. He was feeling very vigorous indeed, and pranced around loftily, holding his head high. It pained the Dog a good deal, as you can guess. So the Ass lifted up his foot and the Wolf began to search very closely and carefully for the thorn. That one had not been able to run fast enough because of the weight of his brush. Shortly afterward, refreshments, consisting mostly of Camel's hump and ribs, were served to the company.
When the great fall out, the weak must suffer for it.