The Frogs were tired of governing themselves. Constancy! laughed the Butterfly. I had no sooner left you than I saw Zephyr kissing you. The poor Jackdaw returned sadly to his former companions. To find the thief I offered to sacrifice a fat Calf. Far into the sky he soared trying to shake off his enemy. The Beasts, too, had cause for fight. The beaten Bull was driven to the marsh, where his great hoofs crushed the Frogs to death.
Friends in fine weather only, are not worth much.