A Bear roaming the woods in search of berries happened on a fallen tree in which a swarm of Bees had stored their honey. But he always guarded it faithfully. All he could do to amuse himself was to talk to his dog or play on his shepherd's pipe. No, no, your majesty. In pity for the noble Eagle he rushed up and soon had loosened the coiling Serpent and freed the Eagle. Your gold!, There in that hole? Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast. Thus ungratefully, O Jupiter, do men receive their blessings!
A kindness is never wasted.