A Dog, to whom the butcher had thrown a bone, was hurrying home with his prize as fast as he could go. Counsel for the Wasps immediately insisted that this description fitted his clients exactly. When he catches you he is only after your wool. The clear water swarmed with fish, but Master Heron was hard to please that morning. But the Weasel was perfectly content. He was settled down for good. In terror the Boy ran toward the village shouting Wolf! But the Hare slept on very peacefully; and when at last he did wake up, the Tortoise was near the goal. It is said the quarrel grew out of the persecution the race of Geese suffered at the teeth of the Fox family. The honey belongs to the Bees.
Do not stop to argue with temptation.