One cold stormy day a Goatherd drove his Goats for shelter into a cave, where a number of Wild Goats had also found their way. Said the Swallow: Just look at my bright and downy feathers. Then after sundown, when the rosy light fades from the sky and the shadows rise slowly through the wood, out she comes ruffling and blinking from the old hollow tree. The Mouse knew the voice and quickly found the Lion struggling in the net. Respect old age, young man! Get down, and let the old man ride. But it happened that the Shepherd took a fancy for mutton broth that very evening, and, picking up a knife, went to the fold. I am so small it is not worth while to carry me home. When the battle was over, the conduct of the Bats was discussed at the peace conference. Remember, you are upstream and I am downstream. Thus ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings!
Two wrongs do not make a right.