A meadowlark had the bad luck to run into a fox. As soon as she saw the fox, she flew up high in the sky.
"Hello there, pretty bird!" said the fox. "What are you doing way up there? There's nothing to be afraid of. The grass down here is full of all the food I like, lots of grasshoppers, beetles, and other insects. I'm a great admirer of yours, and I'd like to be your friend!"
"You're a smooth talker, fox," replied the meadowlark, "but I'm not coming down there. You come up here; then I'll be your friend."
Inspired by: Mille Fabulae et Una, a collection of Latin fables that I've edited, free to read online. I am not translating the Latin here; instead, I am just telling a 100-word version of the fable.
Notes: This is fable 44 in the book, which is Perry 557. In the Latin version, the bird is called "terraneola" (earth-bird, ground-bird), but the species is not known. I chose to make it a meadowlark, which is a bird that nests on the ground.