FABLES. 



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THE CAT AND THE FOX. 



As the Cat and the Fox were once talking 

 politics together in the middle of a forest, Reynard 

 said, let things turn out ever so bad, he did not 

 care, for he had a thousand tricks jfor them yet, 

 before they should hurt him ; but pray, says he, Mrs 

 Puss, suppose there should be an invasion, what 

 course do you design to taker Nay, says the Cat, 

 I have but one shift for it, and if that wont do, I 

 am undone. I am sorry for you, replies Reynard, 

 with all my heart, and would gladly furnish you 

 with one or two of mine; but indeed neighbour, as 

 times go, it is not good to trust, we must even be 

 every one for himself, as the saying is, and so your 

 humble servant. These words w^ere scarcely out of 

 his mouth, when they were alarmed with a pack of 

 hounds, that came upon them in full cry. The Cat 

 by the help of her single shift, ran up a tree and 



