An Eagle sat high in the branches of a great Oak. Travelers ought to share alike the fortunes or misfortunes of the road. Why don't you dress better? Show a little pride! I intend to stay right here. And with that, he politely escorted the Snakes out of doors. This Weasel happened to be a bitter enemy of Birds, and he soon had the Bat under his claws, ready to eat him. But it was served in a tall jar with a very narrow neck. As he stood wringing his hands and weeping, the god Mercury suddenly appeared and asked what the trouble was. If that Lion had been alive, he said, it would have been a very different story. And so they died, giving their lives for the sake of a taste of sweetness.
We are often not so eager for what we seek, after we have found it.