Two Bulls were fighting furiously in a field, at one side of which was a marsh. 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. The Hare now ran his swiftest, but he could not overtake the Tortoise in time.
Take care of the little things and the big things will take care of themselves.