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Rh all other manners, also, beseech for me the forgiveness the blessèd Moon. I shall never return here." And with these words he went to his own place.

"And that is why I say:

and the rest of it. "But worse remains behind. The owl is a seedy rascal, with a wicked soul. He could never protect subjects. Or rather, to say nothing of protection, you may anticipate actual danger from him. You know the stanza:

"How was that? Tell us about it," said the birds, and the crow told the story of

At one time I was myself living in a certain tree. And beneath the same tree dwelt another bird, a partridge. So by virtue of our near neighborhood there sprang up between us a firm friendship. Every day after taking our meals and airings we spent the evening hours in a round of amusements, such as repeating witty sayings, telling tales from the old story-books, solving puzzles and conundrums, or exchanging presents.