A Bull once escaped from a Lion by entering a cave which the Goatherds used to house their flocks in stormy weather and at night. So off he crawled to the meadow. But one cold winter evening, as they were walking homeward, the Satyr saw the Man blow on his fingers. 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. But the third time, the Fox went boldly up to the Lion and, without turning a hair, said, Hello, there, old top.
Learn from the misfortunes of others.