A wolf prowling near a village one evening met a dog. It happened to be a very lean and bony dog, and Master wolf would have turned up his nose at such meager fare had he not been more hungry than usual. So he began to edge toward the dog, while the dog backed away.
“Let me remind your lordship,” said the dog, his words interrupted now and then as he dodged a snap of the wolf’s teeth, “how unpleasant it would be to eat me now. Look at my ribs. I am nothing but skin and bone. But let me tell you something in private. In a few days my Master will give a wedding feast for his only daughter. You can guess how fine and fat I will grow on the scraps from the table. Then is the time to eat me.”
Do not depend on the promises of those whose interest it is to deceive you.
Take what you can get when you can get it.