"That's for me, as I am aFox," said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of thetree.

　　"Good-day, Mistress Crow," he cried.

　　"How well you arelooking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye.

　　Ifeel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just asyour figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I maygreet you as the Queen of Birds."The Crow lifted up her head andbegan to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth thepiece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up byMaster Fox.

　　"That will do," said he.

　　"That was all I wanted.

　　Inexchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for thefuture"Do not trust flatterers."