tum fortuitum feles contubernium fraude et scelesta sic evertit malitia, ad nidum scandit volucris: Pernicies ait tibi paratur, forsan et miserae mihi.
Then by deceit and wicked malice the cat thus makes havoc of the community formed by chance: She climbs up to the birds nest and says: Destruction is in store for you, and perhaps also for me, poor soul;
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