A long time ago, the Lion, the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf agreed to go hunting together, sharing with each other whatever they found. As he looked at me he waved his fine long tail and smiled. I saw you kiss Miss Geranium, and you fluttered around Miss Mignonette until Honey Bee chased you away. After the meal the friends had a long talk, or rather the Town Mouse talked about her life in the city while the Country Mouse listened. Said the Swallow: Just look at my bright and downy feathers. Then after sundown, when the rosy light fades from the sky and the shadows rise slowly through the wood, out she comes ruffling and blinking from the old hollow tree. The Mouse knew the voice and quickly found the Lion struggling in the net. Your feathers may do very well in spring, replied the Crow, but I don't remember ever having seen you around in winter, and that's when I enjoy myself most.
Whatever you do, do with all your might.