The Weasels and the Mice were always up in arms against each other. The stones were flying thick and fast and the Boys were enjoying themselves very much; but the poor Frogs in the pond were trembling with fear. For the moment he forgot just where he was. He wanted to see the world too, and there he was with a house on his back and little short legs that could hardly drag him along. At last they paid no attention whatever to the Farmer. When the work of plowing was done, they patiently watched him sow the seed. You should have seen him, On top of his head and in front of his neck hung pieces of raw red meat. You may have luxuries and dainties that I have not, she said as she hurried away, but I prefer my plain food and simple life in the country with the peace and security that go with it.
In a pinch a good use of our wits may help us out.