A certain man who visited foreign lands could talk of little when he returned to his home except the wonderful adventures he had met with and the great deeds he had done abroad. Fancy me running away from a puny Lion! All those who were so unfortunate as to have horns, began to pack up and move out. No compromise was possible, and so they went at it tooth and claw. All regarded him with envy. Even the most beautiful pheasant could see that his beauty was surpassed. Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, Good-morning, beautiful creature! It happened that one of the Goats had been left behind, and the Bull had no sooner got inside than this Goat lowered his head and made a rush at him, butting him with his horns. The Ass was to go into the cave and drive the Goats out, while the Lion would stand at the entrance to strike them down. If you had as much sense as you have beard, old fellow, he said as he ran, you would have been more cautious about finding a way to get out again before you jumped in.
Greediness leads to misfortune.