Salve, inquit illa, cur me fugisti obsecro? quasi non abunde sit mihi in prato cibus, grilli, scarabaei, locustarum copia; nihil est quod metuas, ego te multum diligo propter quietos mores et vitam probam.
Greetings, said the fox, I hope you are well. Why, pray, did you fly from me? As if I didnt have plenty to eat in the meadow'crickets, beetles, and a good supply of locusts. You neednt be afraid; I am very fond of you because of your peaceful habits and your upright life.
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