The Fox and the Crow
Once upon a time, in a quiet forest filled with tall trees and soft rustling leaves, there lived a clever fox and a proud crow.
One sunny morning, the crow found a delightful surprise on the ground — a big, golden piece of cheese. “What luck!” she thought, grasping it tightly in her beak. With a flutter of her glossy black wings, she flew up to the tallest tree, choosing a sturdy branch as her perch. From there, she could enjoy her cheese without worrying about anyone taking it.
As she settled down, along came the fox. He had been wandering the forest, his stomach rumbling with hunger. His sharp eyes spotted the crow high up in the tree, her beak holding the delicious cheese. “That cheese should be mine,” thought the fox, licking his lips. “But how do I get it?”
The fox, known for his cunning, sat beneath the tree and called out cheerfully, “Good morning, Miss Crow! What a beautiful day it is, and how lucky I am to see such a radiant creature!”
The crow looked down at the fox but said nothing. She held the cheese firmly, suspicious of his motives.
The fox, undeterred, tilted his head and continued, “Oh, Miss Crow, your feathers gleam like polished ebony in the sunlight. Truly, you are the queen of all birds! And I’ve heard whispers in the forest that your voice is as enchanting as your beauty. Could you honor me with a song?”
The crow’s chest swelled with pride. She loved being admired. “He thinks I’m beautiful and talented!” she thought. She hesitated for a moment but then decided to show off her magnificent voice. She opened her beak wide to sing.
And just as the first note left her throat, the cheese slipped from her beak and fell. The fox, quick as lightning, caught it in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed with a satisfied grin.
“Ah, thank you for the most delightful breakfast, Miss Crow!” the fox said, laughing. “Your voice may be lovely, but your judgment? Not so much.”
The crow watched in dismay as the fox trotted away, her precious cheese gone. She shook her head and sighed. “I must be more careful next time,” she thought. “Not every compliment is sincere.”
The crow watched in dismay as the fox trotted away, her precious cheese gone. She shook her head and sighed. “I must be more careful next time,” she thought. “Not every compliment is sincere.”
Beware of flattery, for it often hides a hidden agenda.
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