As a Wolf was roaming over a farm, he came to a field of oats, but not being able to eat them, he left them and went his way.
Presently, meeting with a Horse, he bade him come with him into the field, "For," says he, "I have found some capital oats; and I have not tasted one, but have kept them all for you, for the very sound of your teeth is music to my ear." But the Horse replied, "A pretty fellow! if Wolves were able to eat oats, I suspect you would not have preferred your ears to your appetite."
MORAL.
Little thanks are due to him, who only gives away whatever is of no use to himself.