A stray Lamb stood drinking early one morning on the bank of a woodland stream. The old Frog soon missed the little one and asked his brothers and sisters what had become of him. Is this your axe? Mercury asked the Woodman. The Oak stood proudly and fought against the storm, while the yielding Reeds bowed low. How foolish I should be, he said, to throw you back. They must be on their way to sell the poor thing's hide, said another. The Tortoise meanwhile kept going slowly but steadily, and, after a time, passed the place where the Hare was sleeping. If you had as much sense as you have beard, old fellow, he said as he ran, you would have been more cautious about finding a way to get out again before you jumped in.
In unity is strength.