The city

A Crow having taken a Piece of Cheese out of a Cottage-Window, flew up into a high Tree with it, in order to eat it. Which a Fox observing, came and sate underneath, and began to compliment the Crow upon the Subject of her Beauty. 

“I protest, says he, I never observ’d it before, but your Feathers are of a more delicate White than any that ever I saw in my Life: Ah! what a fine Shape, and graceful turn of Body is there! And I make no question but you have a tolerable Voice? If it were but as fine as your Complexion, as I hope to live, I don’t know a Bird that could pretend to stand in Competition with you. “

The Crow, ticked with this very civil Language, nestled and riggled about, and hardly knew where she was; but thinking the Fox a little in the dark as to the Particular of her Voice, and having a mind to set him right in that Matter, she begun to sing, for his Information; and, in the same Instant, let the cheese drop out of her Mouth. This being what the Fox wanted, he chop’d it up in a Moment; and trotted away, laughing in his Sleeve, at the easie Credulity of the Crow

(Samuel Croxall, “The Fox and the Crow,” Aesop’s Fables)
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Motto from the end of the post:
“If you please, I should like to have the flower-pot; that is, if you won’t think me very silly, mamma.”
“Why, as to that, I can’t promise you, Rosamond; but when you have to judge for yourself you should choose what would make you happy, and then it would not signify who thought you silly.”
— Maria EdgeworthThe Purple Jar

Enjoy!
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