Kawwa the crow sat atop a sturdy branch, admiring his prized possession—a shiny piece of cheese. Its golden hue glistened in the sunlight, captivating him completely.
Lomdi, the fox with a reputation for cunning, emerged from the underbrush, her eyes fixed on the cheese. She approached the tree with calculated steps, ready to deploy her usual tactics of flattery.
"Oh, majestic Kawwa, your feathers are more lustrous than the night sky," began Lomdi, her voice smooth as silk. Kawwa tilted his head, intrigued yet wary.
He pondered the fox's words, recalling tales of her deceit. A plan formed in his mind, and he decided not to be the fool this time.
"Indeed, Lomdi, your words are sweet," replied Kawwa, feigning gullibility. Lomdi grinned, sensing victory.
Kawwa then fluttered down to a lower branch, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But tell me, wise Lomdi, how shall I sing with this cheese in my beak?"
"Ah, if you drop it, I shall be more than happy to oblige," Lomdi suggested, her smile widening.
Kawwa nodded, pretending to consider her words. He then pretended to release the cheese, but instead, he tucked it securely beneath his wing.
"Alas, my dear Lomdi, it seems I have no song to sing today," Kawwa declared, his voice now firm and unyielding.
Lomdi blinked, realizing she had been duped. The crow's cleverness had outshone her own, leaving her empty-handed.
Kawwa watched as Lomdi slinked away, her tail between her legs. The forest echoed with his triumphant caws, a melody of victory.
"Let this be a lesson, dear Lomdi," he called after her. "Not every bird can be fooled by flattery."
