At last he felt satisfied and dragged himself to the opening toget out again. But the best he could do was to get his head out.So there he sat groaning and moaning, both from the discomfortinside him and his anxiety to escape from the basket.
Just then a Weasel came by. He understood the situation quickly.
"My friend," he said, "I know what you've been doing. You've beenstuffing. That's what you get. You will have to stay there tillyou feel just like you did when you went in. Good night, and goodenough for you."
And that was all the sympathy the poor Mouse got.
Greediness leads to misfortune.