A Merchant, driving his Ass homeward from the seashore with a heavy load of salt, came to a river crossed by a shallow ford. I should be glad to do as you ask, he added, but I have noticed that there are many footprints leading into your cave and none coming out. Then handing the bundle to each of his Sons in turn he told them to try to break it. I dislike causing sorrow to anybody, and I am sure I can soon gnaw this string to pieces. 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. We know how you would treat us later on, if some strangers should come as we did.
The unjust will not listen to the reasoning of the innocent.