A Cock was busily scratching and scraping about to find something to eat for himself and his family, when he happened to turn up a precious jewel that had been lost by its owner. You can guess how fine and fat I will grow on the scraps from the table. Big, was he! But when they got there they found the Boy doubled up with laughter at the trick he had played on them. It was their feast, they thought. How lucky I am! he said. I have found a purse. But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. He could get it neither up nor down, and of course he could not eat a thing. The butter I make I will take to market, and with the money I get for it I will buy a lot of eggs for hatching. And they say that ever after, while the Eagle's eggs lie in the nest in spring, the Beetle still sleeps in the ground.For so Jupiter commanded.
It is one thing to say that something should be done, but quite a different matter to do it.