Do not trust flatters!

A fox once saw 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 the master fox. He walked up to the foot of the tree.

“ Good day! Mistress Crow.” He cried, “ How  well you are looking today. How glossy your feathers, how bright you eyes, and I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just like your figure does. Let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds.”

Th 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 by the 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 flatters.”