A Bat blundered into the nest of a Weasel, who ran up to catch and eat him. But after the wedding, when the Kite flew away to find something to eat for his bride, all he had when he returned, was a tiny Mouse. The poor Miller now set out sadly for home. But the Reeds bowed low in the wind and sang a sad and mournful song. The Kid shivered as he thought of the terrible Wolf. I know it will make you sing like Apollo himself. You are a Bird, he said, and I am going to eat you! When the Wolf came up, he asked the Ass what had made him lame, and the Ass replied that he had stepped on a sharp thorn. He soon roused the whole hen yard, and when the Farmer came running out, that was the end of Mr. Fox.
Those who have plenty want more and so lose all they have.