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. But now the Wolves thought of a plan to trick the Sheep. You must come and dine with me today, he said to the Stork, smiling to himself at the trick he was going to play. So he pretended he was lame, and began to hobble painfully. For dinner the Fox served soup, But it was set out in a very shallow dish, and all the Stork could do was to wet the very tip of his bill. Look at my wings. This wheat is now ready for reaping, said the Farmer. As she walked along, her pretty head was busy with plans for the days to come. So one evening when the flock started home from the pasture and his mother called, the Kid paid no heed and kept right on nibbling the tender grass. The beaten Bull was driven to the marsh, where his great hoofs crushed the Frogs to death.
We are often not so eager for what we seek, after we have found it.