An Eagle sat high in the branches of a great Oak. At last the Shepherd got so used to seeing the Wolf about that he forgot how wicked he could be. You may have a very smart coat, he said, but you would be a great deal better off if you had a little more smartness inside your head and less on your ribs, the way I am. And this is the story he told his mother about his adventures. Even the Hare, who, as you know, has no horns and so had nothing to fear, passed a very restless night, dreaming awful dreams about the fearful Lion. You've been stuffing. That's what you get. What a horrible crime it was to eat grass that belonged to someone else! Just then the Father came within sight of the home, and the Wolf was barely able to save himself from the Dogs by a clever bit of running.
They who will not listen to reason but stubbornly go their own way against the friendly advice of those who are wiser than they, are on the road to misfortune.