A Fox that had been caught in a trap, succeeded at last, after much painful tugging, in getting away. My gold!, O my gold!, cried the Miser, wildly, someone has robbed me! So he commanded that all animals with horns should leave his domains within twenty-four hours. To the Cat it was almost as if he already had a plump young Mouse under his claws, when an old Rat, who had had much experience with Cats and traps, and had even lost a part of his tail to pay for it, sat up at a safe distance from a hole in the wall where he lived. He was very angry to think that any animal that he chose for a meal, should be so brazen as to wear such dangerous things as horns to scratch him while he ate. Just then they heard a shout of Stop, thief! No, answered the honest Woodman, that is not my axe. No, said the Goat, that broken horn can speak for itself!
The man who talks for both sides is not to be trusted by either.