Once upon a time a Cat and a Monkey lived as pets in the same house. The Wolf had such a beautiful vision of his coming happiness that he almost wept. Serves me right, growled the Wolf as he crept into the bushes. So off he crawled to the meadow. But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the Satyr saw the Man blow on his fingers. But please do not tell anybody about it. The Stork gladly accepted the invitation and arrived in good time and with a very good appetite. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. And they say that ever after, while the Eagle's eggs lie in the nest in spring, the Beetle still sleeps in the ground.For so Jupiter commanded.
Traitors may expect treachery.