One moonlight night a fox was prowling about a farmer'shen-coop, and saw a cock roosting high up beyond his reach. "Goodnews, good news!" He cried. "Why, what is that?" Said the cock. "King lion has declared a universal truce1. no beast may hurta bird henceforth, but all shall dwell together in brotherlyfriendship." "Why, that is good news," Said the cock; "And there I see someone coming, with whom we can share the good tidings." And sosaying he craned his neck forward and looked afar off. "What is it you see?" Said the fox. "It is only my master's dog that is coming towards us. what,going so soon?" He continued, as the fox began to turn away assoon as he had heard the news. "Will you not stop andcongratulate the dog on the reign2 of universal peace?" "I would gladly do so," Said the fox, "But I fear he may nothave heard of king lion's decree." 
Cunning often outwits itself. 