A Fox had by some means got into the store-room of a theatre.
Suddenly he observed a face glaring down on him and
began to be very frightened; but looking more closely he
found it was only a Mask such as actors use to put over their
face. ‘Ah,’ said the Fox, ‘you look very fine; it is a pity you
have not got any brains.’
Outside show is a poor substitute for inner worth.