An Ass was being driven along a road leading down the mountain side, when he suddenly took it into his silly head to choose his own path. He groaned and cried and tore his hair. Just then a Crow flew by. The Rose was not indifferent, for the Butterfly's wings were powdered in a charming pattern of gold and silver. But just take a look at yourself, and then try some of your own medicine. Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. The winds do not harm us. But he wants my bacon! gree-ee-ee!
The loud-mouthed boaster does not impress nor frighten those who know him.