THE FOX AND THE VILLAGERS
A FOX that had long been the
dread of the village poultry yard was one day found lying
breathless in a field. The report went abroad that, after
all, he had been
 caught and killed by some one. In a moment, everybody in the
village came out to see the dead fox. The village cock, with
all his hens and chicks, was also there, to enjoy the sight.
The fox then got up, and, shaking off his drowsiness, said,
"I ate a number of hens and chicks last night; hence I must
have slumbered longer than usual."
The cock counted his hens and chicks, and found a number
wanting. "Alas!" said he, "how is it I did not know of it?"
"My dear sir," said the fox, as he retreated to the wood,
"it was last night I had a good meal on your hens and
chicks, yet you did not know of it. A moment ago they found
me lying in the field, and you knew of it at once. Ill news