For I am a fox. And I am hungry. You would expect me to eat a chicken. And it would be wonderful to eat a nice fat chicken, but all foxes actually like to have a small bit of cheese once in a while. 

On my way of search of food I spotted Ms.Crow, looking entirely pleased with herself. She had something in her beak. It was a little bit of cheese. She stole it, no doubt.

"Hello Ms.Crow, you are looking very beautiful today as always," I said, obviously trying to get her to open her mouth. Ms.Crow just stared at me with her beady eyes. "Oh, if only this bird could sing a little tune, such a majestic creature must have such a wonderful voice. If only she can sing one little song, that will warm all the hearts of all the other animals,"