A Wolf prowling near a village one evening met a Dog. It was a terrible battle. Then she tried it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. Do come down, dear friend, and let us celebrate the joyful event. He had had experience with such birds before. Rolling himself in flour until he was covered completely, he lay down in the flour bin, with one eye open for the Mice. All fell to lapping up the water as fast as they could. They made several attempts to steal it from him. Son, said the Boy's mother, when she had comforted him, the next time you come near a Nettle, grasp it firmly, and it will be as soft as silk.
The man who talks for both sides is not to be trusted by either.