Filed under: Classical Writing
A Fox once saw a Crow lifting off from a farm with a piece of cheese clamped in her beak, and flying off, land on a branch of an oak 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 compare with your figure; let me but hear one song from you 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 to sing, the piece of cheese fell from on high. . . only to land in the waiting jaws of Master Fox. “Thank you,” said he, “That was all I wanted. But in exchange for your piece of cheese I’ll give you a piece of advice:”
“Do not trust flatterers.”
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