"No need to search any farther," thought sly Master Fox he trotted to the foot of the tree in which the Crow was sitting, The Crow, her head cocked on one side, watched the Fox suspiciously. But she kept her beak tightly closed on the cheese and did not return his greeting. And the fox says  "Good-morning, beautiful creature!" "What a charming creature she is!" said the Fox Could she sing just one song, I know I should hail her Queen of Birds."

 

Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion, and also her breakfast. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds. Listening to these flattering words, the Crow forgot all her suspicion So she opened her beak wide to utter her loudest caw, and down fell the cheese straight into the Fox's open mouth.

 

"Thank you," said Master Fox sweetly, as he walked off. "Though it is cracked, you have a voice sure enough. But where are your wits?"

 

The flatterer lives at the expense of those who will listen to him.