Early one morning a hungry Wolf was prowling around a cottage at the edge of a village, when he heard a child crying in the house. Yes, said the Grasshoppers, who were very fond of a joke; it is the dew we drink! Now the Bat family had not openly joined either side. From this he took a very small portion for himself, such undesirable bits as the horns and hoofs of a mountain goat, and the end of an ox tail. To each one he showed an axe of gold, and each one eagerly claimed it to be the one he had lost. Do not on any account part with the estate that has belonged to our family for so many generations. Well, my son, that proves you've lost your sense of smell as well as being blind.
Do not let anything turn you from your purpose.