A Miser had buried his gold in a secret place in his garden. All those who were so unfortunate as to have horns, began to pack up and move out. No compromise was possible, and so they went at it tooth and claw. All regarded him with envy. Even the most beautiful pheasant could see that his beauty was surpassed. Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, Good-morning, beautiful creature! It happened that one of the Goats had been left behind, and the Bull had no sooner got inside than this Goat lowered his head and made a rush at him, butting him with his horns. This had the effect the Farmer wanted, for from that day the Cranes visited his field no more.
Do not let your hopes carry you away from reality.