A Milkmaid had been out to milk the cows and was returning from the field with the shining milk pail balanced nicely on her head. But please do not tell anybody about it. The Stork gladly accepted the invitation and arrived in good time and with a very good appetite. The trunk of a fallen tree formed the only means of crossing the chasm, and on this not even two squirrels could have passed each other in safety. There he saw with much wonder and envy a flock of royal Peacocks in all the glory of their splendid plumage. If it is not decided soon, the honey will not be fit for anything. So she laid aside all hard words and spoke very kindly to him. He could see his stall at the foot of the mountain, and to him the quickest way down seemed to be over the edge of the nearest cliff. They persuaded the Dogs to go away, and that very evening the Wolves had the grandest feast of their lives.
Set your sails with the wind.