There is a tree that stands by the edge of the wood where tame fields meet wild trees. It has a dead branch sticking out straight at just the right height for Crow to sit.
Fox was hungry. Fox was always hungry. He had been through the fields and round the barns but found nothing. He headed back towards the woods. There he saw Crow sitting on her branch… and Crow had a chunk of cheese in her beak.
Fox stopped under the branch and looked up
“Ah! Crow how wonderful to see you!”
Crow cocked her head on one side.
He continued, smooth as the finest silk,
“I was hoping I would run in to you, since we last met I have only had one thing on my mind”
Crow looked down at him with one eye and then the other.
“It is your delightful voice that I wish to hear. Please sing for me Crow, bring joy to all the wood with your melodious song!”
Crow had never been praised like this and it made her ruffle her feathers.
“Oh, please do not be bashful Crow. Sing for us and make the field bright with your mellifluous tones, bless us with the balm of your beak.”
Overcome by Fox’s flattery, crow could hold back her overture no longer.
She opened her beak and let out… a rasping “CAW!”
The cheese fell from her beak. Down it fell and Fox snatched it out of the air.
“Oh Crow that was delightful, thank you. I knew something wonderful would happen if you opened your beak.”
He said and, licking his lips, Fox went on his way.
…here’s to living happily ever after, until the next adventure.
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