Filed under: Classical Writing
A Fox once saw a Crow flying off with a piece of cheese clamped in her beak, and land on a branch of a tree. “That’s for me!” Thought the Fox, as he padded up to the foot of the tree. “Good day Mistress Crow,” he exclaimed. “How wonderful you look; how bright your plumage; how your eyes sparkle. I am sure that none can surpass your voice, just as none can even begin to compare with your figure; let me but hear on song that I may hail you as the Queen of Birds.” The Crow, swelling with pride, began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth, the piece of cheese fell from on high to land in the jaws of Master Fox. “Thank you,” said he, “That was all I wanted. In exchange for your piece of cheese I’ll give you a piece of advice:”
“Do not trust flatterers.”
