THEFOXANDTHECROW

ByRobJohn

OnemorningaFoxwaswalkingthroughthewoodslookingforsomethingtastytoeatforhisbreakfastwhenhisnosepickedupascent-ascentofsomethingveryinteresting.Hestoodstillandsniffedtheair.

‘Cheese,’hesaid.‘Ismellcheese.Nowwhywouldtherebecheeseinthemiddleofawoodlikethis?’

TheFoxdidn’thavetowaitlongtofindoutbecausetheresittingonabranchhighupinatreesatacrowandinthecrow’sbeakwasthebiggestpieceofcheesehe’deverseen.

NowtheFoxlovedcheesemorethananythinginthewholeworldandhedecidedthat