THE FOX AND THE PHEASANTS
ONE moonlight evening as
Master Fox was taking his usual
stroll in the woods, he saw a number of Pheasants perched quite
out of his reach on a limb of a
tall old tree. The sly Fox soon
found a bright patch of moonlight, where the Pheasants could
see him clearly; there he raised
himself up on his hind legs, and
began a wild dance. First he
whirled 'round and 'round like a
top, then he hopped up and
down, cutting all sorts of strange
capers. The Pheasants stared
giddily. They hardly dared
blink for fear of losing him out
of their sight a single instant.
Now the Fox made as if to
climb a tree, now he fell over and
lay still, playing dead, and the
next instant he was hopping on
all fours, his back in the air, and
his bushy tail shaking so that it
seemed to throw out silver sparks
in the moonlight.
By this time the poor birds'
heads were in a whirl. And when
the Fox began his performance
all over again, so dazed did they
become, that they lost their hold
on the limb, and fell down one
by one to the Fox.
Too much attention to danger may cause us to fall victims to it.