A fox once saw a crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle pn a branch of a tree.
"That's for me, as I am a fox," said the fox, and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
"Good-day Mistreess Crow," he cried. "How well you are looking today, how glossy your feathers, how bright your eyes. I fell sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does. Let me hear a song from you so that I may greet you as Queen of birds.