Having transgressed the crow, the swan cast his eyes on him and waited, thinking, "Let the crow come up. Beholding him succumbing, and about to sink, and desirous of rescuing him in remembrance of the practices of good folks, the swan addressed him in these words: "Thou hadst repeatedly spoken of many kinds of flight while speaking on the subject!
Thou wouldst not speak of this, thy present motion, because of its having been a mystery to us?
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What is the name of this kind of flight, O crow, that thou hast now adopted? Thou touchest the waters with thy wings and beak repeatedly. Which amongst those diverse kinds of flight is this, O crow, that thou art now practicing? Come, come, quickly, O crow, for I am waiting for thee! Indeed, not seeing the limit of that watery expanse, and sinking down in fatigue, and exhausted with the effort of his flight, the crow said unto the swan, "We are crows, we wander hither and thither, crying caw, caw!
O swan, I seek thy protection, placing my life-breaths at thy hands! Oh, take me to the shores of the ocean!
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Beholding him fallen upon the waters of the ocean with a melancholy heart, the swan, addressing the crow who was on the point of death, said these words: "Remember, O crow, what thou hadst said in praise of thyself! Thy words even were that thou wouldst course through the sky in a hundred and one different kinds of flight. Thou, therefore, that wouldst fly a hundred different kinds of flight, thou that art superior to me, alas, why then art thou tired and fallen down on the ocean? I now, however, seek thy protection and place my life-breaths at thy hands!
Oh, take me to the shores of some island! If, O swan, I can, O lord, return in safety to my own country, I will never again disregard anybody! Oh, rescue me now from this calamity! Having caused the crow whose senses had deserted him to ride upon his back, the swan quickly returned to that island whence thy had both flown, challenging each other.
Placing down that ranger of the sky on dry land and comforting him, the swan, fleet as the mind, proceeded to the region he desired. Thus was that crow, fed on the remains of others' dinners, vanquished by the swan. The crow, then, casting off the pride of might and energy, adopted a life of peace and quiet. Edited, and slightly shortened by D. A Fox and a Cat Aesop L'Estrange, There was a question started betwixt a fox and a cat, which of the two could make the best shift in the world, if they were put to a pinch.
The cat presently takes a tree, and sees the poor fox torn to pieces upon the very spot. Sare, T. Sawbridge, B. Took, M. Gillyflower, A. Churchil, and J. Hindmarsh; , no. The Fox and the Cat Aesop A fox was boasting to a cat of its clever devices for escaping its enemies. Just at that moment they heard the cry of a pack of hounds coming towards them, and the cat immediately scampered up a tree and hid herself in the boughs.
The fox thought first of one way, then of another, and while he was debating, the hounds came nearer and nearer, and at last the fox in his confusion was caught up by the hounds and soon killed by the huntsmen. Miss Puss, who had been looking on, said, "Better one safe way than a hundred on which you cannot reckon. The Cat and Fox Jean de La Fontaine The cat and fox, each like a little saint, On pious pilgrimage together went; Two real Tartufes, two Patelins, birds of prey, Soft-footed rogues, who paid or cleared the way, Picking the bones of poultry, stealing cheese, Rivalling each other.
They the road to ease, For it was tedious and long, Oft shortened by contentions sharp and strong. Dispute's a very happy source; Without it restless souls would sleep of course. Our pilgrims with it made each other hoarse, Quarrelled their fill, then dirt on neighbours cast. Reynard said to the cat at last: "Pretender, are you bettor skilled than I, Who could with tricks a hundred cats supply? Sly Reynard played a hundred pranks in vain, Entered a hundred holes -- escaped assault, Put Finder and his brothers in default; He sought asylum all around, But he nowhere asylum found.
They watched the burrow where he hid so sly, And smoked him out -- two terriers were nigh, Who worried him as he went bounding by. Avoid too many schemes; there ruin lies; For while we choose, the happy moment flies. Have but one plan, and let that plan be wise.
Thomson London: J. Nimmo and Bain, , book 9, fable 14, pp. Link to the text in the original French: Le Chat et le Renard. Fox in the woods. She thought, "He is intelligent and well experienced, and is highly regarded in the world," so she spoke to him in a friendly manner, "Good-day, my dear Mr. How is it going?
How are you? How are you getting by in these hard times? The fox, filled with arrogance, examined the cat from head to feet, and for a long time did not know whether he should give an answer. At last he said, "Oh, you poor beard-licker, you speckled fool, you hungry mouse hunter, what are you thinking?
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Have you the nerve to ask how I am doing? What do you know? How many tricks do you understand? I feel sorry for you. Come with me, and I will teach you how one escapes from the dogs. Just then a hunter came by with four dogs. The cat jumped nimbly up a tree, and sat down at its top, where the branches and foliage completely hid her.
Fox, untie your sack," the cat shouted to him, but the dogs had already seized him, and were holding him fast. Fox," shouted the cat. If you had been able to climb like I can, you would not have lost your life. The Grimms' immediate source has not been identified precisely. The Seven-Witted Fox and the One-Witted Owl Romania One day the owl met a fox, and the latter bragged about his intelligence and cleverness, and said that he was very cunning and slim.
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A short time afterwards the owl again met the fox, but this time he was running for his life. The hunters were after him, and the hounds were trying to catch him. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he at last managed to slip into a hole. The owl followed him, and seeing him there, exhausted, asked him, "How many minds wits have you? Meanwhile the hunters and dogs came nearer and nearer, so they could hear the baying of the dogs. The fox did not know what to do. It is my turn.
I am going to lie down here at the entrance as though dead. When the hunters come, they will see me and get hold of me and talk about me.
Meanwhile they will forget you, and in the midst of the trouble, you just dash out and run for your life. No sooner did the hunters come up and find the owl than they said, "What is this ugly bird doing here? And a dead one to boot. And whilst they were busy with the owl, trying to get hold of it to throw it away, off went the fox through them and escaped. Soon afterwards the owl met him again, and she said, "How have your seven minds wits helped you when in time of danger? It is like that with people who have too much. They often have nothing when they want it most, but you see, I had only one mind wit , but a strong one and not a dissolute one like yours, and that saved both you and me.
The Fox and His Bagful of Wits and the One-Witted Hedgehog Romania I do not know how he managed it, but a fox one day got into a poultry yard, and there he ate his fill. Some time afterwards, going along to the poultry yard, the hedgehog met him. I know my way, and there is plenty for me and for you, and some to leave behind for another time. The hedgehog, who was a wise old fellow, said to the fox, "Now, be careful. Are you sure that the owners of the poultry yard will let you in again so easily?
And the hedgehog went with him. But the people of the poultry yard were not such fools as the fox had taken them for, and just where the fox had got in last time they had dug a deep pit, and into that the fox and the hedgehog tumbled. When they found themselves at the bottom of the pit, the hedgehog turned to the fox and said, "Well, you clever fellow, is that the proper way to get into the poultry yard? Did I not warn you? That is more than I can stand. Out you go! So he got hold of the hedgehog by the snout, and the hedgehog coiled himself up with his little paws into a little ball round the fox's mouth.
The fox lifted up his head with a jerk and threw the little fellow out of the pit. As soon as he saw himself safely out of the pit, the little hedgehog, bending over the mouth of the pit, said, chuckling to the fox, "Where is your wisdom, you fool? You boast that you have a bagful of wits, whilst it is I who get myself out of the pit, though I have only a little wit. You are such a clever old fellow. Help me out of it too. Now, you pretend to be dead, and when the people come and find you stiff and stark, and a nasty smell about you, they will say, 'The fox has died, and his carcass is rotting.
It is going to make all the poultry yard offensive. And then see whither your way lies. The fox did as the hedgehog had advised him, and when the people came and found him in that state, they hauled him out and threw him out of the yard onto the road. Quicker than you could clap your hands, the fox was on his legs, and he ran as if the ground was burning under him.
As they were talking and walking along, not noticing where they were going, they fell into a deep hole which the peasants had dug. The hedgehog said, "I have only three wits. Perhaps you will save me first, then I will see about you afterwards," and he asked the fox to pitch him out of the hole. The hedgehog said, "I cannot help you with three, if you cannot help yourself with seventy-seven. Gaster's source: F. The Fox and the Hedgehog Greece Once in the fall time a hedgehog and a fox ran into one another, and the fox said to the hedgehog, "Come with me to the vineyard to steal some grapes.
You'll come to no harm, because I have three bags full of tricks. She called out, "Help me, Hedgehog!
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I'm caught in a trap. Don't you know even one? The one is that when the farmer comes, just play dead; the other is that while you are playing dead you should let a mighty fart.
Thus she escaped. Another time the fox again asked the hedgehog to go with her the vineyard and eat grapes. Because everything had worked out so well the first time, he went with her this time as well. After they had eaten until they were full and were about to leave, the hedgehog caught himself in a trap. He called out, "Help me, Mistress Fox, I'm caught in a trap. Empty out your tricks and free me from the trap. The Paradoxical Prime Minister. Shashi Tharoor. Shades of Truth: A Journey Derailed.
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