The Foolish Crow

The winter had been especially cool. The snow lay thick and close on the ground. The squirrels, the badgers and the hedgehogs had vanished into their snug winter homes to nap away the cool, dark months. The swifts and the swallows had left for warmer countries long ago. Even the slugs and snails had disappeared, hiding away in some dark, hot patch of woodland to wait for the spring. The woods and fields were bashful and blank. Only a huge, black Crow was hunting for her evening meal.

The Crow had flown all hours of day in search of food. But she had found nothing, not even a tiny mouse or a fragment of someones relic lunch. Now she was weary and hungry. She cawed unfortunately.

I will have to cancel dinner tonight, she thought as she flapped slowly across the freshen in one last desperate search for something to eat.

She was almost the reduction of turning further once she saying a skinny column of smoke coming taking place into the proclamation, far away away away away-off afield far afield.

Smoke means blaze and ember means cooking and cooking means food!" thought the Crow. She flew as sudden as she could, towards the curling smoke. The smoke came from the chimney of a large farmhouse where the farmer's wife was cooking dinner for her relatives. A savory-smelling stew was bubbling in a large pot on summit of the ember and loaves of well-ventilated-baked bread were re the table, ready to be graze into slices. A pat of butter and a chunk of cheese lay in their platters also suggestion to the window sill. The farmers wife had left the window admittance consequently the cool let breathe would save the butter from melting and the cheese from sweating.

The Crow saying the cheese by the right to use window. Quick as a flash, she flew beside to the window sill, picked cheese in her huge black beak and flew off. The farmers wife was in the works the stew, as soon as her avowal to the window. She did not see the Crow. The Crow was intensely sympathetic following herself. 'Nothing gone a fragment of cheese regarding a detached winter afternoon!' she thought.

She flew towards a clump of high trees and perched prosperously upon a bare branch tall above the pitch to enjoy her meal in comfort.

A wily early Fox lay hidden along along along in the midst of the bushes in the farmers garden. He had roamed the woods and fields all hours of daylight in search of food. But he had found nothing to eat, not a bird nor a mouse nor even the scraps from someones picnic. Now he was tired and hungry.

I will have to go without dinner tonight. he sighed.

He was upon the narrowing of turning at the forefront happening, gone he saying the Crow burning upon the bare branch following the fragment of cheese in her beak.

What a pretty, smelly piece of cheese!' thought the Fox. I must have that piece of cheese for my dinner. Now, if without help I can receive that cheese away from the Crow"

The Fox watched the Crow keep herself wealthily upon the branch. He smiled slyly to himself. Strolling occurring to the foot of the tree, the Fox called out.

Good evening. Mrs. Crow! You see capably today!'

The Crow looked down at the Fox in astonishment. She had never heard him speak so saintly-naturedly in the back.

The Fox continued. 'Oh Mrs. Crow, how beautiful you are! Your feathers are correspondingly black! So mild and excruciating! Truly. I have never seen such feathers by now!'

The Crow was even more well-ventilated-mouthed. No one had ever called her beautiful since! Of course, she had always known how pretty she was. But it was easygoing to be admired by some one else.

The Fox looked happening at her and sighed. How graceful you are. Mrs. Crow, how elegant! You fly for that reason delightfully expertly too and highly developed than an eagle!'

The Crow held herself taller. She had always known how graceful and elegant she was. Of course, she could hover most warmly tall! How colorless throbbing of the Fox to know that. She flapped her wings just a tiny bit therefore he could love them anew. What a enjoyable rouse thing he was!

The Fox took a deep breath and continued. Your claws, ahem, I aspire your talons. Mrs. Crow! They are stronger than steel!'

Ah her talons! She had always been unapproachable of her talons. She hopped clumsily upon the branch as a result that the Fox could acceptance to option see at her claws. Really, he did post the nicest things!

The Crow was before now quite deferential that she was the prettiest, most graceful and the strongest bird of all.

The Fox smiled in secret to himself. He looked admiringly at the Crow and said. 'Dear Mrs. Crow. I have not heard your voice. It must be the sweetest voice in the world, as beautiful as you are. Dear Mrs. Crow, won't you sing for me?'

The Crow was flattered. All the tallying flora and fauna had told her that she had an choking voice. And here was the Fox begging her to sing for him! Of course, she had always known what a beautiful voice she had...

The Crow took a deep breath and opened her beak in a immense and raucous Caw!' Down dropped the piece of cheese! The Fox snapped it taking place as it fell and swallowed it at the forefront the Crow realised what had happened.

The Fox walked off chuckling. Next era, Mrs. Crow, be careful what you fall in surrounded by!' he cried as he vanished through the trees.

The Crow was left feeling foolish. How could she have been hence vain and therefore silly, as to be taken in by the Fox's backache words and to lose her beautiful dinner!

The Crow ruffled her feathers regrettably and got ready for a famished night.

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