The wealthy family in the huge mansion which sat in grand isolation on a hill, had gone away for the weekend. But they'd left their fierce guard-dog behind. He roamed the garden, at his menacing best.
The thief arrived soon after, fully prepared to burgle the house. He saw the dog approaching and threw a big piece of meat into the backyard to lure it away from the front of the house.
"Soon he'll be knocked out cold and then the coast will be clear," thought the thief.
The dog ran forward eagerly on seeing the meat, but before he could eat it, a large raven swooped down and snatched the meat away.
As the raven half-flew, half-staggered up to a high perch, a fox ambled across. He glanced at the raven.
"Well, well, if it isn't the great king of the skies, the mighty eagle!" he remarked slyly.
The raven croaked, "Oh, no...I...," but too late! He realised his error only when the meat fell down near the waiting fox.
However, the raven remained quite unperturbed at losing such a substantial meal.
"Just you wait, dear fox," he thought. "I have a feeling I'll have to thank you for your cunning!"
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