A Wild Boar was sharpening his tusks busily against the stump of a tree, when a Fox happened by. Thus it happened that the axe slipped and flew out of his hands into the pool. The Lion felt a flash of anger. The Ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust. Making music, were you? they cried. Now the Fox made as if to climb a tree, now he fell over and lay still, playing dead, and the next instant he was hopping on all fours, his back in the air, and his bushy tail shaking so that it seemed to throw out silver sparks in the moonlight. But before starting out he made a vow to Jupiter that if he would help him find the thief he would offer a fat Calf as a sacrifice. The Sun's rays grew warmer and warmer. He soon roused the whole hen yard, and when the Farmer came running out, that was the end of Mr. Fox.
Wicked deeds will not stay hid.