Identifier: aesopsfables00aeso (find matches)
Title: Aesop's fables
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Aesop Vernon Jones, V. S. (Vernon Stanley) Rackham, Arthur, 1867-1939, ill
Subjects: Fables
Publisher: London : Heinemann New York : Doubleday, Page
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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ith a piece-^^^ of cheese in her beak when a Fox observed herand set his wits to work to discover some way of gettingthe cheese. Coming and standing under the tree helooked up and said, * What a noble bird I see above me !Her beauty is without equal, the hue of her plumageexquisite. If only her voice is as sweet as her looksare fair, she ought without doubt to be Queen of theBirds. The Crow was hugely flattered by this, andjust to show the Fox that she could sing she gave aloud caw. Down came the cheese, of course, and theFox, snatching it up, said, You have a voice, madam,I see : what you want is wits. THE HORSE AND THE GROOM I HERE was once a Groom who used to spend long^ hours clipping and combing the Horse of whichhe had charge, but who daily stole a portion of hisallowance of oats, and sold it for his own profit. TheHorse gradually got into worse and worse condition,and at last cried to the Groom, If you really wantme to look sleek and well, you must comb me less andfeed me more.
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THE FOX AND THE CROW THE WOLF AND THE LAMB A WOLF came upon a Lamb straying from the^~^ flock, and felt some compunction about takingthe life of so helpless a creature without some plausibleexcuse ; so he cast about for a grievance and said atlast, Last year, sirrah, you grossly insulted me. That is impossible, sir, bleated the Lamb, for Iwasnt born then. Well, retorted the Wolf, youfeed in my pastures. That cannot be, replied theLamb, for I have never yet tasted grass. Youdrink from my spring, then, continued the Wolf.Indeed, sir, said the poor Lamb, I have never yetdrunk anything but my mothers milk. Well, anyhow,said the Wolf, Im not going without my dinner :and he sprang upon the Lamb and devoured it withoutmore ado. THE PEACOCK AND THE CRANE A PEACOCK taunted a Crane with the dullness of^^* her plumage. Look at my brilliant colours,said she, and see how much finer they are than yourpoor feathers. I am not denying, replied theCrane, that yours are far gayer than mine ; but whenit

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