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.