A Crow having stolen a bit of meat, perched in a tree and held it
in her beak. A Fox, seeing this, longed to possess the meat himself,
and by a wily stratagem succeeded.
"How handsome is the Crow," he exclaimed, "in the beauty of her
shape and in the fairness of her complexion! Oh, if her voice were
only equal to her beauty, she would deservedly be considered the
Queen of Birds!"
This he said deceitfully; but the Crow, anxious to refute the
reflection cast upon her voice, set up a loud caw and dropped the
flesh. The Fox quickly picked it up, and thus addressed the Crow:
"My good Crow, your voice is right enough, but your wit is wanting."
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)