A Porcupine was looking for a good home. Very well, growled the North Wind, and at once sent a cold, howling blast against the Traveler. Now her weird hoo-hoo-hoo-oo-oo echoes through the quiet wood, and she begins her hunt for the bugs and beetles, frogs and mice she likes so well to eat. At last he felt satisfied and dragged himself to the opening to get out again. He was feeling very vigorous indeed, and pranced around loftily, holding his head high. It pained the Dog a good deal, as you can guess. So the Ass lifted up his foot and the Wolf began to search very closely and carefully for the thorn. As he drew his last breath, he said to those standing around: Learn from my fate not to take pity on a scoundrel.
Even the weakest may find means to avenge a wrong.