One bright morning as the Fox was following his sharp nose through the wood in search of a bite to eat, he saw a Crow on the limb of a tree overhead. The Frog had a plan. A few days later, the wheat was so ripe, that when the wind shook the stalks, a hail of wheat grains came rustling down on the young Larks' heads. The happy Woodman returned to his home with his treasures, and soon the story of his good fortune was known to everybody in the village. At last one day they flew up to fight it out, beak and claw. She wanted very much to be called Queen of Birds. The farmer climbed down from his seat and stood beside the wagon looking at it but without making the least effort to get it out of the rut. Look at the old fool, exclaimed one of them. Perched on the Ass, while that poor boy has to walk. And so they died, giving their lives for the sake of a taste of sweetness.
The race is not always to the swift.