A Stag had fallen sick. There were sweetmeats and jellies, pastries, delicious cheeses, indeed, the most tempting foods that a Mouse can imagine. Please, Mr. Wolf, he said trembling, I know you are going to eat me. When they saw the danger the Master was in from the clumsy beast, they set upon the Ass and drove him with kicks and blows back to the stable. They had crossed this river many times before without accident, but this time the Ass slipped and fell when halfway over. So he walked off a short distance and took a running leap at it, only to fall short once more. Take care! he cried. That may be a heap of meal, but it looks to me very much like the Cat. Did you buy it, or did the Shepherd make you a gift of it?, Pray tell me, how did you get it?
Industry is itself a treasure.