A Bat blundered into the nest of a Weasel, who ran up to catch and eat him. When the case came up again, both sides had a large number of witnesses. His cries for help soon brought the villagers running. The little Mole peered at it. Why, that's a pebble! The Fox came too, but he was very cautious about it. The Sheep knew him for a very swift runner, who could easily take himself out of reach, were he so inclined. A few days later a change in weather brought a severe frost; and the poor swallow and that foolish young man in his light tunic, and with his arms and knees bare, could scarcely keep life in their shivering bodies.
The wicked deserve no aid.