A frisky young Kid had been left by the herdsman on the thatched roof of a sheep shelter to keep him out of harm's way. Unable to free himself, he filled the forest with his angry roaring. Do you not see, replied the old Frog, that the Bull who is beaten, will be driven away from the good forage up there to the reeds of this marsh, and we shall all be trampled into the mud? Strangely enough, a Wolf was lurking near and heard what the Goat had said. An Ant was first to take the stand, and was about to be cross-examined, when a wise old Bee addressed the Court. A Bull trampled him with his heavy hoofs. I can promise you a good time if you do. And off he walked very, very scornfully.
Do not trust alone to outward appearances.