A Beetle once begged the Eagle to spare a Hare which had run to her for protection. The Ass was so pleased to see the animals running away from him, just as if he were King Lion himself, that he could not keep from expressing his delight by a loud, harsh bray. He called himself an Astrologer, and spent his time at night gazing at the sky. The Hare was much amused at the idea of running a race with the Tortoise, but for the fun of the thing he agreed. The Frog puffed up still more. Hurrying to the tree where the Cock was roosting, he said very politely: A hearty welcome to our woods, honored sir. The Pheasants stared giddily. I am of just as much importance, and But just then the royal Cat spied him, and the next instant, the Rat knew he was not quite so important as an Elephant.
Industry is itself a treasure.