One cold stormy day a Goatherd drove his Goats for shelter into a cave, where a number of Wild Goats had also found their way. Rolling himself in flour until he was covered completely, he lay down in the flour bin, with one eye open for the Mice. All fell to lapping up the water as fast as they could. They made several attempts to steal it from him. A passerby heard his cries and asked what had happened. So one day he left his stable and clattered eagerly into the house. No longer could a fat young hen tempt Master Fox to dinner, nor a tender lamb rouse greedy Sir Wolf's appetite. You may be a very good bird, answered the Farmer, but I caught you with the thieving Cranes and you will have to share the same punishment with them.
Do not attempt too much at once.