One moonlight evening as Master Fox was taking his usual stroll in the woods, he saw a number of Pheasants perched quite out of his reach on a limb of a tall old tree. Why do you do that? asked the Satyr. Thus it happened that the axe slipped and flew out of his hands into the pool. The Lion felt a flash of anger. The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust. Making music, were you? they cried. Now the Fox made as if to climb a tree, now he fell over and lay still, playing dead, and the next instant he was hopping on all fours, his back in the air, and his bushy tail shaking so that it seemed to throw out silver sparks in the moonlight. But before starting out he made a vow to Jupiter that if he would help him find the thief he would offer a fat Calf as a sacrifice. It would have been quite a different scene had a Lion made it!
Always stop to think whether your fun may not be the cause of another's unhappiness.