A Wild Boar was sharpening his tusks busily against the stump of a tree, when a Fox happened by. After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. 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. I'm a butcher by trade, not a doctor.
Mother love is blind.