simul rogavit, esset an dulcis liquor et copiosus, illa fraudem moliens Descende, amice; tanta bonitas est aquae, voluptas ut satiari non possit mea.
Immediately the fox saw his way out by means of deceit: Come down, my friend; the water is so good that my pleasure in drinking it cannot be satisfied.
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