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The Fox And The Crow Post by :boniellos Category :Short Stories Author :Henry Wallace Phillips Date :October 2009 Read :3075

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The Fox And The Crow

A crow, having stolen a piece of flesh, perched in a tree to enjoy it at leisure. A fox saw her, and, being hungry, thought he would employ a little diplomacy to get the meat away from her.

"What a prima-donna the crow would be," he said, looking at her with mock admiration, "if she only had a voice proportional to her other attractions!"

The crow promptly dropped the piece of flesh on his head, completely blinding him, and before he could recover from his surprise, lit on his back and began to peck him viciously. "I'll have you to know," she cawed, "that I'm a proper lady, and the man that compares me to them shameless French singing hussies is going to get hurt."


Don't praise the soft whiteness of a labor delegate's hands.

(The end)
Henry Wallace Phillips's Fable: The Fox and the Crow

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