A Goat strayed away from the flock, tempted by a patch of clover. They had done me no harm. Meanwhile, the flock was moving slowly homeward. In her sleep the Country Mouse dreamed she was a Town Mouse with all the luxuries and delights of city life that her friend had described for her. Then, it is said, Hercules really did appear, saying: Put your shoulder to the wheel, man, and urge on your horses. The Wolf had such a beautiful vision of his coming happiness that he almost wept. Serves me right, growled the Wolf as he crept into the bushes. So off he crawled to the meadow. Naturally, the poor foolish Ass soon died.
Self-help is the best help.