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    The Foolish Crow

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    The Foolish Crow

    The winter had been particularly cold. The snow lay thick and substantial on the ground. The squirrels, the badgers, and the hedgehogs had disappeared into their cozy winter homes to rest away the cool, dim months. The swifts and the swallows had left for hotter nations quite a while in the past. Indeed, even the slugs and snails had vanished, concealing endlessly in some dim, warm fix of the forest to sit tight for the spring. The forested areas and fields were quiet and void. Just a major, dark Crow was chasing for her night supper.

    The Crow had flown throughout the day looking for nourishment. However, she had discovered nothing, not by any means a minor mouse or a bit of somebody's extra lunch. Presently she was worn out and hungry. She cawed tragically.

    "I should abandon supper this evening,' she thought as she fluttered gradually over the sky in one final urgent quest for something to eat.

    She was on the purpose of turning around when she saw a slight section of smoke coming high up, far away out yonder.

    "Smoke implies fire and fire implies preparing and preparing implies nourishment!" thought the Crow. She flew as quick as possible, towards the twisting smoke. The smoke originated from the stack of an enormous farmhouse where the rancher's significant other was preparing supper for her family. A scrumptious smelling stew was rising in an enormous pot over the fire and portions of new heated bread were on the table, fit to be cut into cuts. A pat of margarine and a piece of cheddar lay in their platters on the window ledge. The rancher's better half had left the window open so the virus air would prevent the margarine from liquefying and the cheddar from perspiring.

    The Crow saw the cheddar by the open window. Really fast, she flew down to the window ledge, picked cheddar in her huge dark nose and took off. The rancher's better half was blending the stew, with her back to the window. She didn't see the Crow. The Crow was satisfied with herself. 'In no way like a bit of cheddar on a virus winter evening!' she thought.

    She flew towards a bunch of tall trees and roosted easily on an exposed branch high over the ground to make the most of her feast in comfort.

    A wily old Fox lay tucked away among the shrubberies in the rancher's nursery. He had meandered the forested areas and fields throughout the day looking for nourishment. However, he had discovered nothing to eat, not a winged creature nor a mouse nor even the pieces from somebody's cookout. Presently he was drained and hungry.

    "I should abandon supper this evening.' he murmured.

    He was on the purpose of turning around when he saw the Crow roost on the exposed branch with the bit of cheddar in her snout.

    "What a stunning, foul bit of cheddar!' thought the Fox. I should have that bit of cheddar for my supper. Presently, if no one but I can remove that cheddar from the Crow… "

    The Fox watched the Crow settle herself serenely on the branch. He grinned shrewdly to himself. Walking around to the foot of the tree, the Fox got out.

    "Goodbye. Mrs. Crow! You look well today!'

    The Crow looked down at the Fox in shock. She had never heard him talk so obligingly.

    The Fox proceeded. 'Goodness Mrs. Crow, how delightful you are! Your plumes are so dark! So smooth and sparkling! Really. I have never observed such plumes!'

    The Crow was significantly progressively shocked. Nobody had ever called her wonderful previously! Obviously, she had constantly realized how lovely she was. In any case, it was wonderful to be appreciated by another person.

    The Fox gazed toward her and murmured. 'How effortless you are. Mrs. Crow, how rich! You fly so magnificently well as well and higher than a hawk!'

    The Crow held herself taller. She had constantly realized how agile and exquisite she was. Obviously, she could fly most magnificently high! How smart of the Fox to realize that. She fluttered her wings only a smidgen so he could respect them once more. What an enchanting animal he was!

    The Fox took a full breath and proceeded. 'Your paws, ahem, I mean your claws. Mrs. Crow! They are more grounded than steel!'

    Ok… her claws! She had consistently been pleased with her claws. She jumped awkwardly on the branch with the goal that the Fox could look again at her hooks. Truly, he said the most pleasant things!

    The Crow was at this point very sure that she was the prettiest, generally smooth and the most grounded feathered creature of all.

    The Fox grinned subtly to himself. He took a gander at the Crow and said. 'Dear Mrs. Crow. I have not heard your voice. It must be the best voice on the planet, as lovely as you seem to be. Dear Mrs. Crow, won't you sing for me?'

    The Crow was complimented. The various flying creatures had revealed to her that she had a horrendous voice. What's more, here was the Fox beseeching her to sing for him! Obviously, she had constantly realized what a dazzling voice she had...

    The Crow took a full breath and opened her bill in a boisterous and rambunctious Caw!' Down dropped the bit of cheddar! The Fox gobbled it up as it fell and gulped it before the Crow acknowledged what had occurred.

    The Fox strolled off laughing. 'Next time, Mrs. Crow, be cautious what you accept!' he cried as he evaporated through the trees.

    The Crow was left inclination silly. How might she have been so conceited thus senseless, as to be taken in by Fox's sharp words and to lose her exquisite supper!

    The Crow unsettled her otherwise calm disposition tragically and prepared for a ravenous night.

    @ The Foolish Crow

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