A Stork of a very simple and trusting nature had been asked by a gay party of Cranes to visit a field that had been newly planted. Now the Beetle told the reason for her action, and Jupiter had to acknowledge the justice of her cause. There, child, there! The Wolf shall not get you. This good, rich milk, she mused, will give me plenty of cream to churn. Then off he swam with him toward the shore. He soon got his eyes on the Lamb. The honey belongs to the Bees.
Boast of one thing and you will be found lacking in that and a few other things as well.