A long time ago a Man met a Satyr in the forest and succeeded in making friends with him. The Sheep knew him for a very swift runner, who could easily take himself out of reach, were he so inclined. The Crane, as you can imagine, was very uneasy about putting her head in a Wolf's throat. Tweet, tweet, laughed the Birds. The first time he jumped he missed it by a long way. So they decided to leave the farmyard and to set out into the world along the road that led to the woods. At first his beams were gentle, and in the pleasant warmth after the bitter cold of the North Wind, the Traveler unfastened his cloak and let it hang loosely from his shoulders. As for the Cat, he eats us. So be thankful, my child, that you escaped with your life, and, as long as you live, never judge people by their looks.
The least of our enemies is often the most to be feared.