One cold stormy day a Goatherd drove his Goats for shelter into a cave, where a number of Wild Goats had also found their way. Under his kindly appearance, he bears a grudge against every one of us. Once they decided to die rather than live in such misery. What makes you squeal like that? asked one of the Sheep. He very quickly captured the porker, which squealed at the top of its voice the moment the Shepherd laid his hands on it. So one day he climbed up on a shelf and hung from it, head downward, as if he were dead, holding himself up by clinging to some ropes with one paw. They soon began to quarrel, for each of them boasted that he and his kind were far superior to the other both in strength and mind. And when she wanted to turn her toes out she tripped and fell on her nose.
Self help is the best help.