Fox fumed.
He did not like flying up
in the air. He did not like losing.
He did not like Crow
He plotted a way to get even
with her.
For his plan, he needed three things—
a scarecrow,
a piece of cheese,
and a birdcage.
Step one was easy.
There was a scarecrow
in the cornfield.
Step two was a little harder.
He did not know where Crow kept
finding all that cheese!
He looked in burrows
and nests
and dens.
Finally he found
a nice piece of cheese
in a little cabin.
Fox found some wood
and built a cage.
Fox’s plan was perfect.
He went to the cornfield.
He hid the birdcage
in a haystack.
He hid himself
in the scarecrow’s clothes.
He held out the cheese
and waited.
Soon, along came Crow.
She spotted the cheese
in the scarecrow’s hand.
Crow landed
on the scarecrow’s hand.
Just as she took the cheese
in her beak, the scarecrow’s hand closed
on her leg.
“I’ve got you now, Crow.
I told you I would get even
with you!”
cried Fox.
Crow could not get away.
Fox shoved Crow
into the birdcage
and locked it tight.