The Mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free themselves of their enemy, the Cat. Why, I never touched the gold. I couldn't think of spending any of it. His eyes were fixed on the stars. He thought he saw there that the end of the world was at hand, when all at once, down he went into a hole full of mud and water. Why, all Birds have feathers! They had gone a little farther along the road, when three merchants passed by. I remember, he said guiltily, that one day as I was passing a field belonging to some priests, I was so tempted by the tender grass and my hunger, that I could not resist nibbling a bit of it. The Earthen Pot could not survive that sort of companionship very long. When he came up again he held a wonderful golden axe. Shortly after that, another election among the Animals was held.
Do not sacrifice your freedom for the sake of pomp and show.