Long, long ago, some mice lived in the hole of a tree. At some distance the army of weasels also lived. The weasels were very wicked and always beat the poor mice. The mice were very anxious. So, a mice council was called. Everybody agreed that they needed an organized army to overcome their enemy. Since they had no leader, there was no discipline among them. They first selected a general and then his core mice. These mice belonged to royal families and were known for their courage and strength.
Once the general and his men were selected, the army was set up and the ensign designed. The brave general and his men wore fancy turbans and shiny medals. Once the war began, the weasel army advanced towards the mice. All the mice, including the generals, ran into their holes. Alas! Their huge turbans got stuck at the entrance and they were stranded outside. Meanwhile, the weasels arrived and ate them up. It is rightly said—a false show of strength can bring more danger.
