One moonlight night a Fox was prowling about a farmer's hen- coop, and saw a Hen roosting high up beyond his reach.
"Good news, good news!" he cried.
"Why, what is that?" said the Hen. "King Lion has declared a universal truce. No beast may hurt a bird henceforth, but all shall dwell together in brotherly friendship."
"Why, that is good news," said the Hen; "and there I see some one coming, with whom we can share the good tidings." And so saying she craned her neck forward and looked afar off.
"What is it you see?" said the Fox.
"It is only my master's Dog that is coming towards us. What, going so soon?" she continued, as the Fox began to turn away. "Will you not stop and congratulate the Dog on the reign of universal peace?"
"I would gladly do so," said the Fox, "but I fear he may not have heard of King Lion's decree."