Two Travellers, walking in the noonday sun, sought the shade of a widespreading tree to rest. Out popped the old Owl's head from the opening in the tree that served her both for door and for window. But just as he was about to put his head under his wing, his beady eyes caught a flash of red and a glimpse of a long pointed nose, and there just below him stood Master Fox. The Master was much alarmed at the strange behavior of the Ass, and calling for help, soon attracted the attention of the servants. Solid food!, said the Sheep. said the old Frog, puffing herself up. Can it be a crime to eat sheep, such stupid mutton heads? And, as usually happens when comrades argue, the talk began to get personal. Every day the Dog would run to meet the Master, frisking playfully about and leaping up to lick his hands and face. Very well, he said, you divide the rest.
A fine coat is not always an indication of an attractive mind.