A story told by my grandmother.ππ
My grandmother has been telling me stories since I was a child. I love hearing those stories. I still remember a story she told me. One day, Mr. Fox invited his friend, Miss Stork, to dinner. Miss Stork cleaned her feathers and arrived at the fox’s house. “Come in, my friend,” said Mr. Fox. “Dinner is ready and I was waiting for you. I shall serve it just now.” Now the cunning fox just wanted to amuse himself and laugh at the stork. So, he served a watery soup in a shallow dish. Poor Miss Stork, who had a long beak, could not eat the soup while Mr. Fox made a very good meal by lapping it up until the dish shone. ‘I am so sorry you did not like your dinner,’ said Mr. Fox. ‘You have hardly eaten any of it’. Miss Stork was very hungry but too polite to say anything. She thanked Mr. Fox and invited him to dine at her place the next day. The fox accepted the invitation. The next day, Mr. Fox brushed ...