Æsop's fables in words of one syllable

A fox and a cat once met on a heath, and had a long chat on things of state. The fox said, “Let the war turn out as bad as it may, it is all one to me, for I have lots of plans by which to save my life. But now, pray tell me, puss, if the foe should come, what course do you mean to take?” “Nay,” says the cat, “I have but one shift, and if that will not do, I am lost.” Just then a pack of hounds came on them in full cry. Puss, by the help of her one trick, ran up a tree, from the top branch of which she saw that the fox, who had not the skill to get out of sight, was torn to death by the hounds. “Great boast, small roast,” quoth the cat, “but he plays well that wins.”