A pack of Wolves lurked near the Sheep pasture. I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you here. Then we shall soon see to whom the honey really belongs. You can guess how fine and fat I will grow on the scraps from the table. Big, was he! But when they got there they found the Boy doubled up with laughter at the trick he had played on them. It was their feast, they thought. How lucky I am! he said. I have found a purse. But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. And all the milk flowed out, and with it vanished butter and eggs and chicks and new dress and all the milkmaid's pride.
Do not play tricks on your neighbors unless you can stand the same treatment yourself.