A story told by my grandmother.😊😊

 

 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 his fur, combed his tail and cleaned his whiskers. He skipped happily all the way to Miss Stork’s house hoping to eat a good dinner for Miss Stork was a very good cook.

‘My Dear Mr. Fox,’ said Miss Stork. ‘I am so glad you are on time. I have cooked a stew with big juicy pieces of meat in it.’ ‘Mr. Fox licked his lips. Miss Stork went in to her kitchen and come out with a long vessel with a narrow neck. The stew smelt delicious.

‘Shall we start?’ asked Miss Stork. She thrust her long beak into the jar and took out pieces of meat, eating her fill. Mr. Fox had to be content with the gravy that ran down the sides of the vessel when Miss Stork dipped her beak into it.

‘Have you had enough?’ Isn’t the mean tasty? asked Miss Stork.

‘Oh yes, indeed it is!’ replied poor Mr. Fox. He could not find fault with her because she had only done to him what he had done to her.