THE FOX AND CAT
IT happened once that the cat met Mr. Fox in the wood,and
because she thought he was clever and experienced in all the ways of the world, she
addressed him in a friendly manner.
"Good-morning, dear Mr. Fox! how are you, and how do
you get along in these hard times?"
The fox, full of pride, looked at the cat from head to
foot for some time,
"Oh, you poor whisker-wiper, you silly piebald, you
starveling mouse-hunter! what has come into your head ?
How dare you ask me how I am getting on ?
What sort of education have you had?
How many arts are you master of?"
"Only one," said the cat meekly.
"And what might that one be?" asked the fox.
"When the dogs run after me, I can jump into a tree
and save myself ?"
"Is that all?" said the fox. "I am master
of a hundred arts, and I have a
Just then a huntsman came along with four hounds. The cat
sprang trembling into a tree, and crept stealthily up to the topmost branch, where she was
entirely hidden by twigs and leaves.
"Open your sack, Mr. Fox! open your sack!"
cried the cat, but the dogs had gripped him, and held him fast.
"Oh, Mr. Fox!" cried the cat, "you with
your hundred arts, and your
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