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. I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you here. Then we shall soon see to whom the honey really belongs. You can guess how fine and fat I will grow on the scraps from the table. Big, was he! But when they got there they found the Boy doubled up with laughter at the trick he had played on them. Yes, indeed, answered the Lion, and if I had not known you and your kind I should certainly have run, too.
What is evil won is evil lost.