A Fox, one day, saw a Rooster on the roof of a barn.
“Come to me, my dear Master Rooster,” said he, “I have always heard you are such a clever fellow and I want to ask you a riddle.”
Glad to hear himself praised, the foolish Rooster came down.
And the Fox caught him, and ate him in a moment.
The praise of the wicked is always dangerous.
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