The Lion had been badly hurt by the horns of a Goat, which he was eating. It was their feast, they thought. How lucky I am! he said. I have found a purse. But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. He could get it neither up nor down, and of course he could not eat a thing. The butter I make I will take to market, and with the money I get for it I will buy a lot of eggs for hatching. The command struck terror among the beasts. Look, cried a Hare, things are not so bad after all, for here are creatures who are even afraid of us!
Poverty with security is better than plenty in the midst of fear and uncertainty.