The Peacock, they say, did not at first have the beautiful feathers in which he now takes so much pride. Yes, answered the Fox. But they might not have heard the news. All the animals applauded the Fox loudly. Don't let that keep you at home, urged the Brass Pot. Look, he said, What have you to compare with this? No, said the other, that is not a treasure ship. To distinguish themselves from the soldiers in the ranks, the new leaders proudly bound on their heads lofty crests and ornaments of feathers or straw. When the Rabbit returned, there was the Weasel's nose sticking out of the Rabbit's own doorway, sniffing the fine air. As for the Cat, he eats us. So be thankful, my child, that you escaped with your life, and, as long as you live, never judge people by their looks.
Greatness has its penalties.