Some Boys were playing one day at the edge of a pond in which lived a family of Frogs. But the pitcher was high and had a narrow neck, and no matter how he tried, the Crow could not reach the water. He groaned and cried and tore his hair. Just then a Crow flew by. The Rose was not indifferent, for the Butterfly's wings were powdered in a charming pattern of gold and silver. But just take a look at yourself, and then try some of your own medicine. Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. The winds do not harm us. No, said the Goat, that broken horn can speak for itself!
A knave's hypocrisy is easily seen through.