As he said this to himself, he wagged his tail, and gave a sly look at his friend who had incited him. But his tail wagging to and fro caught the cook’s eye, who, seeing a stranger, straightway seized him by the legs, and threw him out the window to the street below. When he reached the ground, he set off yelping down the street; upon which the neighbours’ dogs ran up to him and asked him how he liked his supper. “In faith,” said he, with a sorry smile, “I hardly know, for we drank so deeply, that I can’t even tell you which way I got out.”
Moral: Those who enter by the back stairs must not complain if they are thrown out by the window.