He, he!" An owl that was hidden in the hollow of the tree woke up.

"Oho, Master Fox," says she, "I cannot see you, but I smell you! If some folks like lambs, other folks like geese," says the owl.
"And your ladyship is fond of mice," says the fox.
"The Chinese eat them," says the owl, "and I have read that they are very fond of dogs," continued the old lady.
"I wish they would exterminate every cur of them off the face of the earth," said the fox.
"And I have also read, in works of travel, that the French eat frogs," continued the owl.

"Aha, my friend Crapaud! are you there?
That was a very pretty concert we sang together last night!" "If the French devour my brethren, the English eat beef," croaked out the frog,--"great, big, brutal, bellowing oxen." "Ho, whoo!" says the owl, "I have heard that the English are toad-eaters too!" "But who ever heard of them eating an owl or a fox, madam ?" says Reynard, "or their sitting down and taking a crow to pick ?" adds the polite rogue, with a bow to the old crow who was perched above them with the cheese in his mouth.

"We are privileged animals, all of us; at least, we never furnish dishes for the odious orgies of man." "I am the bird of wisdom," says the owl; "I was the companion of Pallas Minerva: I am frequently represented in the Egyptian monuments." "I have seen you over the British barn-doors," said the fox, with a grin.

"You have a deal of scholarship, Mrs.Owl.I know a thing or two myself; but am, I confess it, no scholar--a mere man of the world--a fellow that lives by his wits--a mere country gentleman." "You sneer at scholarship," continues the owl, with a sneer on her venerable face.