One bright morning as the Fox was following his
sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a Crow on the limb of a tree overhead. This was by no means the
first Crow the Fox had ever seen. What caught his attention this time and made
him stop for a second look, was that the lucky
Crow held a bit of cheese in
her beak.
"No need to search any farther,"
thought sly Master Fox.
"Here is a dainty bite for my breakfast."
Up he trotted to the foot of the tree in which
the Crow was sitting, and looking up admiringly, he cried, "Good-morning,
beautiful creature!"
The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched
the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and
did not return his greeting.
"What a charming
creature she is!" said
the Fox. "How her feathers shine! What a beautiful form and what splendid
wings! Such a wonderful Bird should have a very lovely voice, since
everything else about her is so perfect. Could she sing just one song, I know I
should hail her Queen of Birds."
Listening to these flattering words, the Crow
forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be
called Queen of Birds.
So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the
cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth.
"Thank you," said Master Fox sweetly,
as he walked off. "Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But
where are your wits?"
The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to
him.
The
flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.
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"Cogito ergo sum"
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