Below is the second part of "Rooster and Fox."
Rooster puffed up his chest. "Cock-a-doodle-doo," he crowed. "Cock-a-doodly-doodly-doo."
"Amazing! Magnificent!" said Fox. "Your voice is almost as fine as your father's."
"Almost?" said Rooster.
"Yes, almost," said Fox. "Your father's voice wasa little deeper, a little fuller, and a little louder. Of course, he always crowed with his eyes shut tight, standing on his tiptoes. Oh, and he also raised his beak up toward the sky."
Rooster didn't want to be almost as good as his father. He wanted to crow even better. He wanted everyone to know that he had the finest crow in the county. So Rooster shut his eyes tight. He stood on his tiptoes. He raised his beak toward the sky.
But just as Rooster opened his beak to crow, Fox grabbed him, leaped over the fence, and raced off into the woods, holding Rooster tight.
"You tricked me!" cried Rooster.
"I flattered you," said Fox. "Flattery always does the trick."
"You're very clever," said Rooster. "And very strong to be able to lift a plump rooster like me. See that rock? I wonder if you could lift that, too."
"Of course I could," said Fox. He set Rooster down and reached for the rock. Rooster, now free, scrambled quickly toward the barnyard.
"You tricked me!" cried Fox.
"I flattered you," Rooster called out. "Flattery always does the trick."
Fox crept away and never came back. He was too embarrassed to return after he fell for his own trick.
Rooster still strutted and preened his feathers and crowed. But he tried to be more humble.
"If I hadn't been so proud," he said, "I wouldn't have listened to Fox's flattery."