- 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 Reynard, 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.
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- 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."
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