A jar of honey was upset and the sticky sweetness flowed out on the table. Soon a swarm of blood-sucking flies settled on him; but he lay quietly, still too weak to run away from them. How can it be, he sighed, that I should be cursed with such legs when I have so magnificent a crown. The Snake soon revived, and when it had enough strength, bit the man who had been so kind to it. In great fear the Mice scurried to a hiding place, where they lay quite still for a long time, hardly daring to breathe. But the Dog would not let them get near the manger, and snarled and snapped as if it were filled with the best of meat and bones, all for himself. But one night he found a sheep skin that had been cast aside and forgotten. Please fetch me a drink of water, he begged, that might give me strength enough so I can get me some solid food. And without more words the Wolf seized the poor Lamb and carried her off to the forest.
One swallow does not make a summer.