The Fox, the Cock, and the Dog
The
Fox, the Cock, and the Dog
One moonlight night a Fox
was prowling about a farmer’s hen-coop and saw a Cock roosting high up beyond
his reach. “Good news, good news!” he cried.
“Why,
what is that?” said the Cock.
“King
Lion has declared a universal truce. No beast may hurt a bird henceforth, but
all shall dwell together in brotherly friendship.”
“Why,
that is good news,” said the Cock, “and there I see someone coming, with whom
we can share the good tidings.” And so saying he craned his neck forward and
looked afar off.
“What
is it you see?” said the Fox.
“It is
only my master’s Dog that is coming towards us. What, going so soon?” he
continued, as the Fox began to turn away as soon as he had heard the news. “Will
you not stop and congratulate the Dog on the reign of universal peace?”
“I would gladly do so,” said the Fox, “but I fear he may not have heard of King Lion’s decree.” Cunning often outwits itself.
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