A Jackdaw chanced to fly over the garden of the King's palace. The Oak stood proudly and fought against the storm, while the yielding Reeds bowed low. How foolish I should be, he said, to throw you back. They must be on their way to sell the poor thing's hide, said another. The Tortoise meanwhile kept going slowly but steadily, and, after a time, passed the place where the Hare was sleeping. Standing at a safe distance from the cave, he inquired politely after the Lion's health. Just then, close by, they heard a hunter's horn and the yelping of a pack of hounds. You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not, she said as she hurried away, but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.
Liars are not believed even when they speak the truth.