A store of honey had been found in a hollow tree, and the Wasps declared positively that it belonged to them. His limbs could no longer bear him, and the King of Beasts was very pitiful indeed as he lay gasping on the ground, about to die. What!, snarled the Wolf, whirling around. To cool my porridge, replied the Man. On the ground lay a Snake, stiff and frozen with the cold. You would be wiser, said an old acquaintance, to keep quietly out of sight with that clog. But the Beetle buzzed about Jupiter's head, and made him rise to drive her away; and the eggs rolled from his lap. This Dog was a favorite and received many a pat and kind word from his Master, as well as choice bits from his plate. Picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one. If you had as much sense as you have beard, old fellow, he said as he ran, you would have been more cautious about finding a way to get out again before you jumped in.
Once a wolf, always a wolf.