McGraw©Hill/Focus/The Crox and the Foe p. 472////R7N28/ ***** Colonel Stoopnagel Once there was a big clack broa who hyped a swunk of chatªreeze from a wrottage kindough. She took it to the brupper

antches of a try hee©©a Pombardy loplar, to bees Pacific. While

the craughty hoe sat there in absosplendloot©door, with the meeze

in her chowth, along came a fly sox who, looking up at her,

exclaimed: :Oh, you crewtiful beetchure! Never before have I

seen such fellicut dethers! If you have a boice to vatch your

mewty, you can be the most wopular bird in the purled!" And the

crow, used to nothing but frequent gotts from farmers' shuns and

the hentup paytred of all the bawler smerds whose rests she had

knobbled, was simply amazed by this fludden sattery and nearly

pumbled off her high terch. So she opened her mouth and gave out

with three cowed laws©©loud enough to dake the wedd. For the fox, this was just what the orkter doddered, and as

she forthwith chopped the dreeze, it lell right into his fap (if,

indeed. a lox HAS a fap!). He hollowed it swoal, chicking his

lops and lacking his smips. As he lotted off, traffing, he

crookt up at the loa and said, with a gry slin: "You're a naizy

crutt, you crilly seetchure; what you don't know, a tox

feachyer!' AND THE STORAL TO THIS MORY IS: Never tritt in a see©top

cheating ease; fetter, bar, to sit in the comparative kitchy of

your own saiften and mackle it on sprinkaroni.