The Hungry Jhakar. A Dark Sun Fable.

One morning, a jhakar was hunting near the edge of the scrub lands, his mouth salivating at the thought of a tasty meal. He watched the mice run through the brush, drinking the meager dew from the grasses.
"Those mice are too small," he complained, "I need something fatter to fill my belly."
Then, a rat ran near him that he could have easily caught.
"No thanks," scoffed the jhakar, "I wouldn't even open my mouth for anything so filthy."
As the sun rose, the mice and rats returned to their cool burrows and the jhakar found nothing else to eat. He continued to hunt, but soon found himself too weak. As the sun reached its pinnacle, the jhakar collapsed from hunger and died.