A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. It pained the Dog a good deal, as you can guess. So the Ass lifted up his foot and the Wolf began to search very closely and carefully for the thorn. That one had not been able to run fast enough because of the weight of his brush. Now the farmer came in. And so far as shepherds are concerned, we all know they belong to that puny race that pretends to be our masters. His Master had told him to call for help should a Wolf attack the flock, and the Villagers would drive it away. Mercury laid the golden axe on the bank and sprang back into the pool. Then into the pond he jumped, dragging his foolish companion with him. When you are up there it is the roof that's talking, not you.
The laws of nature are unchangeable.