the Crow and the PitcherIn a spell of dry weather, when theBirds could find very little to drink, athirsty Crow found a pitcher with alittle water in it. But the pitcher washigh and had a narrow neck, and nomatter how he tried, the Crow couldnot reach the water.
˝And may I ask if you have foundone?˝ said the Lion.˝I have, sire,˝ said the Fox, ˝and it isthis: you must flay a Wolf and wrapyourself in his skin while it is stillwarm.˝
"Not one of themcares for you so much as I, sire, for allthe time I have been going round tothe doctors and trying to find a curefor your illness."
A Lion, infirm with age, lay sick inhis den, and all the beasts of the forestcame to inquire after his health withthe exception of the Fox.
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