One bright evening as the sun was sinking on a glorious world a wise old Cock flew into a tree to roost. You do muddy it! retorted the Wolf savagely, And besides, I have heard that you told lies about me last year! So he picked up some castoff feathers of the Peacocks and stuck them among his own black plumes. So she put a bit of frankincense before him and asked him to tell what it was. A Cock, rising early, discovered what had happened. At nightfall the Cock, looking for a place to roost, as was his custom, spied nearby a hollow tree that he thought would do very nicely for a night's lodging. It was the right password, but when the Kid peeped through a crack in the door and saw the shadowy figure outside, he did not feel at all easy. Judging by its weight it must be full of gold. But when the Lion saw that the Ass was his for the taking, he first of all struck down the traitor Fox.
Two wrongs do not make a right.