Two Bulls were fighting furiously in a field, at one side of which was a marsh. But as nothing stirred, all trooped joyfully out to celebrate the death of the Cat. But the Wolf did not try to do any harm. Instead he seemed to be helping the Shepherd take care of the Sheep. Take good care of the house, my son, she said to the Kid, as she carefully latched the door. So intense did the heat become, that the Traveler at last decided to stop for a rest, and as there was no other shade to be found, the Traveler sat down in the shadow of the Ass. A chain!,cried the Wolf. We are drawing all the weight, not you, and we are keeping still about it besides.
Give a finger and lose a hand.