THE FOX AND THE CROW
Crow. Ah! Some one has left a bit of cheese for me. I’ll fly up into that tree and eat it.
Fox. [To himself.] That cheese is for me, as sure as I am a fox.
Good day, Mistress Crow.
How well you are looking.
What bright eyes you
have.
I am sure your voice must be sweet.
Just let me hear you sing one song.
Crow. Caw—caw—caw.
Fox. [Snaps up cheese.] That bit of cheese was all I wanted.