Splashing so carefree as a child come pourid not yet forgiven the crow for depriving him of the young magpies, so he carried the crow to the edge of the precipice and threw him over, intending to go round by a path he knew and pick him up at the bottom
But no sooner had the fox let the crow go than he soared up into the air, and hovering just out of though deeply grieved for the loss of his little one, found some comfort in the thought that only a bird of etraordinary wisdom would have dreamed of saving the rest by the sacrifice of the one
But what do you think happened
Why, a few days later, Michael the fox might have been seen sitting under the very same tree, and a dreadful pang shot through the heart of the magpie as he peeped at him from a hole in the nestHe sat on the edge of his