A WEASEL, inactive from age and infirmities, was not able to
catch mice as he once did.  He therefore rolled himself in flour
and lay down in a dark corner.  A Mouse, supposing him to be
food, leaped upon him, and was instantly caught and squeezed to
death.  Another perished in a similar manner, and then a third,
and still others after them.  A very old Mouse, who had escaped
many a trap and snare¹, observed from a safe distance the trick of
his crafty² foe³ and said, "Ah! you that lie there, may you prosper
just in the same proportion as you are what you pretend to be!"

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