A CROW having stolen a bit of meat, perched in a tree and held it in her beak. —-
A Fox, seeing this, longed to possess the meat himself, and by a wily stratagem succeeded. —-
“How handsome is the Crow,” he exclaimed, in the beauty of her shape and in the fairness of her complexion! —-
Oh, if her voice were only equal to her beauty, she would deservedly be considered the Queen of Birds! —-
This he said deceitfully; —-
but the Crow, anxious to refute the reflection cast upon her voice, set up a loud caw and dropped the flesh. —-
The Fox quickly picked it up, and thus addressed the Crow: —-
“My good Crow, your voice is right enough, but your wit is wanting.”