A Town Mouse once visited a relative who lived in the country. Of course all the proud mammas from far and near brought their babies. Clinging to the straw like a shipwrecked sailor to a broken spar, the Ant floated safely to shore. Down with the Wolf and all his race, said the Wolf softly. Soon he found life in the pasture very dull. It was enough to hang anyone for, much more an Ass. But at last he stopped to argue. Before he composed himself to rest, he flapped his wings three times and crowed loudly. But he wants my bacon! gree-ee-ee!
Our best blessings are often the least appreciated.