An Ant dropt, unluckily, into the Water as she was drinking at the Side of a Brook: A Wood-Pigeon took Pity of her, and threw her a little Bough to lay hold on. The Ant sav'd herself by that Bough, and in that very Instant, spies a Fellow with a Birding-Piece, making a Shoot at the Pigeon. Upon this Discovery, she presently runs up to him and stings him. The Fowler starts, and breaks his Aim, and away flies the Pigeon.
All Creatures have a Sense of good Offices, and Providence itself takes care, where other Means fail, that they may not pass unrewarded.