A hungry Wolf spied a Goat browsing at the top of a steep cliff where he could not possibly get at her. 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. Standing at a safe distance from the cave, he inquired politely after the Lion's health. Do you want everybody to know what a disgraceful and ill-natured Dog you are?
Men often condemn others for what they see no wrong in doing themselves.