A young fellow, who was very popular among his boon companions as a good spender, quickly wasted his fortune trying to live up to his reputation. The Country Mouse stopped in the Town Mouse's den only long enough to pick up her carpet bag and umbrella. But he immediately wrapped it closely around him, and the harder the Wind blew, the tighter he held it to him. But he spoke in an absent way, and stretching up on tiptoes, seemed to be looking at something afar off. So she asked him if he knew someone who would answer for him. So they brought the case before the Hornet, justice of the peace in that part of the woods. The Crane spread his broad wings and flew up toward the sun. Such a wonderful Bird should have a very lovely voice, since everything else about her is so perfect. Instead of flying up to greet the first rays of the morning sun or to bathe in the rosy light among the floating clouds at sunset, he would have to walk the ground more encumbered and oppressed than any common barnyard fowl.
A kindness is never wasted.