settle on a branch of a tree.  "That's for me, as I am a Fox," said Master 

Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree. "Good-day, Mistress 

Crow," he cried.  "How well you are looking to-day: how glossy your 

feathers; how bright your eye.  I feel sure your voice must surpass that of 

other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I 

may greet you as the Queen of Birds."  The Crow lifted up her head and 

began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece of 

cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox.  "That will 

do," said he.  "That was all I wanted.  In exchange for your cheese I will give 

you a piece of advice for the future.
 

     "Do not trust flatterers."