A 



FOX once saw a Crow fly off with a 



piece of cheese in its beak and settle 

 on a branch of a tree. " That's for me, as 

 I am a Fox,' : said Master Renard, and he 

 walked up to the foot of the tree. " Good-day, 

 Mistress Crow,' : he cried. " How well you 

 are looking to-day : how glossy your feathers ; 

 how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice 

 must surpass that of other birds, just as your 

 figure does ; let me hear but one song from 

 you that I may greet you as the Queen of 



Birds.'' The 

 her head and 

 her best, but 

 she opened her 

 piece of cheese 

 ground, only to ^ 



Crow lifted up 

 began to caw 

 the moment 

 mouth the 

 fell to the 

 be snapped up 



