Sick Stag

 Once there lived a stag. It was not feeling well. So the Sick stag lay down in a quiet corner of its pasture-ground. His companions came in great numbers to inquire after his health, and each one helped himself to a share of the food which had been placed for his use; so that he died, not from his sickness, nor for starving, but from the failure of the means of living.

There is certain morality is there for living. You can't live as such. There are certain ways and means in it. If you won't follow certain rules and regulations you will be nowhere.

Evil companions bring more hurt than profit