THE FOX, THE HEN, AND THE DRUM
A FOX, who was out in search of food, discovered a Hen scratching
for worms at the foot of a tree. He hid himself in a bush
near by, and was about to spring out and seize her, when
a strange tapping sound fell upon his ears; for in that same
tree there was a Drum, and when the wind blew, the branches
beat against it.
Now the Fox was exceedingly hungry, and reasoned thus:—
"A noise as loud as that must be made by a fowl much larger
than this Hen. I will, therefore, let her go, and will bring
down that larger bird for my supper."
Without further thought he rushed out of the bush
with a noise that put the Hen to flight, and, after
many vain efforts, scrambled up the tree. High among the
leaves he found the Drum, and fell upon it tooth and claw.
He soon had it open, only to see that it was filled with
nothing more or less than empty air. The Fox hung his tail.
"What a stupid wretch I am!" he groaned. "Because of my own
greediness, I must now go supperless to bed."