A Goat strayed away from the flock, tempted by a patch of clover. The Bat begged for his life, but the Weasel would not listen. So now, though he had not seen anything that even looked like a Wolf, he ran toward the village shouting at the top of his voice, Wolf! But the Fisherman quickly put the fish into his basket. Many died, and those who lived were so ill, that they cared for neither food nor drink, and dragged themselves about listlessly. What are you afraid of? asked a young Frog. They look more able to carry the poor creature, than he to carry them. The Heron saw no more fish, and very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.
A resemblance to the great in some things does not make us great.