muhamedr
19-02-2010, 02:53 PM
A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak
and settle on a branch of a tree. ‘That’s for me, as I am a Fox,’
said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
‘Good-day, Mistress Crow,’ he cried. ‘How well you are looking today:
how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure
your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure
does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as
the Queen of Birds.’ The Crow lifted up her head and began to
caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece
of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master
Fox. ‘That will do,’ said he. ‘That was all I wanted. In exchange
- -
for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future
.’Do not trust flatterers.’
and settle on a branch of a tree. ‘That’s for me, as I am a Fox,’
said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
‘Good-day, Mistress Crow,’ he cried. ‘How well you are looking today:
how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure
your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure
does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as
the Queen of Birds.’ The Crow lifted up her head and began to
caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece
of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master
Fox. ‘That will do,’ said he. ‘That was all I wanted. In exchange
- -
for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future
.’Do not trust flatterers.’