A Stag had fallen sick. There he stood up to his ears, in the muddy water, and madly clawing at the slippery sides of the hole in his effort to climb out. One, he said, counting on his claws, that is myself the Lion. So the Earthen Pot at last consented, and the two set out side by side, jolting along on three stubby legs first to this side, then to that, and bumping into each other at every step. I cannot possibly muddy the water you are drinking up there. With such proof of the danger and uselessness of having a tail, said Master Fox, he would advise every Fox to cut it off, if he valued life and safety. The Heron saw no more fish, and very glad was he at last to breakfast on a tiny Snail.
Those who have all the toil do not always get the profit.