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. My boy, said his mother, be satisfied with half the nuts you have taken and you will easily get your hand out. It was mounted on an Ass adorned with garlands and gorgeous trappings, and a grand procession of priests and pages followed it through the streets. As the Reeds spoke a great hurricane rushed out of the north. As Mr. Rat walked along, he kept mostly to the ditch, he noticed a great commotion up the road, and soon a grand procession came in view. We must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it. All the young men will look at me. We know how you would treat us later on, if some strangers should come as we did.
Do not give up friends for foes.