One day a Stag came to a Sheep and asked her to lend him a measure of wheat. But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the Satyr saw the Man blow on his fingers. But please do not tell anybody about it. The Stork gladly accepted the invitation and arrived in good time and with a very good appetite. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. There he saw with much wonder and envy a flock of royal Peacocks in all the glory of their splendid plumage. If it is not decided soon, the honey will not be fit for anything. So she laid aside all hard words and spoke very kindly to him. He could see his stall at the foot of the mountain, and to him the quickest way down seemed to be over the edge of the nearest cliff. And away ran the Wolf to the woods.
Those who seek to harm others often come to harm themselves through their own deceit.