"Dear rooster," said the fox, "the beauty of your feathers dazzles me, as does the sound of your cock-a-doodle-doo. You are a magnificent creature indeed!"
The rooster beamed with pleasure, and the fox continued, "And you are a prophet of events to come, announcing the sun's arrival each dawn."
As the fox was speaking, he crept closer and closer to the rooster. Finally, he snatched the foolish bird in his teeth.
"You knew when the sun would rise this morning," the fox said, laughing, "but you failed to predict that I was going to have rooster for my supper tonight!"
Inspired by: Fables of Aesop and Other Eminent Mythologists by Roger L'Estrange, 424.
Notes: This fable is not part of the classical Aesop tradition; find out more here.
Here is an illustration by Grandville; it was not specifically for this fable, but it fits very well:
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