It was morning, the hottest time of the day. Master Crow, with a bill a cheese, Silently thought as he looked " I'm lucky for the chesse I've got! Now I'm onto my lot!". The master crow flapped his wings and flew.
Master Fox once saw Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak, perching on a tree top, clutching his free prey. " That's for me as I'm the fox." Spoke the fox, sniffing the fragrant breeze, came by, more or less, greeted him so.
" Good day to you, Your Ravenhood! " Fox muttered " how beautiful you are looking today!− How fine! How fair! How radiant your feathers and so are you eyes are! Ah! Truly if your song could but compare and surpass that to all the rest! "
The Master Crow stared at him in confusion and doubt, yet the cheese still on his hold. Again, the fox convinced him " I'm sure you would be dubbed as the rara avis of the woods and beyond! I may greet you the queen of birds!"
The crow beside himself with joy and pride, he begins to lift up its head as he began to caw. He opened wide and started to do its best. The cheese, his property, he lets go, falls to the ground.
The fox was there to seize it for himself, saying " You see? Be edified : flatters thrives on fools credulity. The lesson's worth a cheese, don't you agree? That will do, it was all I wanted.". The crow shamefaced and flustered, swore− too late, however " Nevermore!"
