A Bull once escaped from a Lion by entering a cave which the Goatherds used to house their flocks in stormy weather and at night. What foolishness, cried one, to walk when they might as well ride. What in the world were you doing all last summer? Pull them out and I'll divide them between us. It was a terrible battle. Then she tried it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. At last he managed to scramble out, and as he stood sadly thinking about the good bone he had lost, he realized what a stupid Dog he had been.
However unfortunate we may think we are there is always someone worse off than ourselves.