Story of an Ambitious Cat
A cat who lived in the house of an old woman of humble circumstances wandered to the palace of a noble, whose slaves repulsed the animal with arrows.
Bleeding from many wounds, the cat ran off in terror, thus reflecting: “Since I have escaped from the hands of those slaves, the mice in the ruined hut of the old woman are good enough for me.”
Honey is not worth the price of a sting; better it is to be content with the syrup of dates than expose oneself to that.
God is not pleased with him who is not contented with his lot.