The Fox one day thought of a plan to amuse himself at the expense of the Stork, at whose odd appearance he was always laughing. Indeed, something had to be done, for they lived in such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared stir from their dens by night or day. Oh, just a trifle!, But please tell me. The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him. Is this your axe? Mercury asked the Woodman. The Oak stood proudly and fought against the storm, while the yielding Reeds bowed low. How foolish I should be, he said, to throw you back. They must be on their way to sell the poor thing's hide, said another. The Tortoise meanwhile kept going slowly but steadily, and, after a time, passed the place where the Hare was sleeping. No, said the Goat, that broken horn can speak for itself!
Everything is fair in love.