A Lion, an Ass, and a Fox were hunting in company, and caught a large quantity of game. For a long time he kept away from the other Foxes, for he knew well enough that they would all make fun of him and crack jokes and laugh behind his back. Perhaps we may thus obtain forgiveness and cure for all. The Weasel had to admit that the Bat was not a Mouse, so he let him go. No, indeed; they settled right down, feet and all, to gorge themselves. I have no brothers. The bite was deadly and the Farmer felt that he must die. Roused from his nap, the Lion laid his huge paw angrily on the tiny creature to kill her. By trying to please everybody, he had pleased nobody, and lost his Ass besides.
Precious things are without value to those who cannot prize them.