A Fox once [?] a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree.

"That's for me, as I am a Fox," said Master Reynard, and he [?] up to the foot of the tree.

"Good day, Mistress Crow," he [?]. "How well you are looking today: 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 [?] up her head and [?] to caw her best, but the moment she [?] her mouth the piece of cheese [?] to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox.

"That will do," [?] he. "That [?] all I [?]. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future: "Do not trust flatterers."