A fox, who was out in search of food, discovered a hen scratching for worms at the foot of a tree. He hid himself in a bush near by, and was about to spring out and seize her, when a strange tapping sound fell on his ears; for in that same tree there was a drum, and when the wind blew, the branches beat against it.
Now the fox was exceedingly hungry, and reasoned thus:
“A noise as loud as that must be made by a fowl much larger than this Hen. I will, therefore, let her go, and will bring down that larger bird for my supper.”
Without further thought he rushed out of the bush with a noise that put the Hen to flight, and, after many vain efforts, scrambled up the tree. High among the leaves he found the drum, and fell on it tooth and claw. He soon had it open, only to see that it was filled with nothing more or less than empty air.
The fox hung his tail. “What a stupid wretch I am!” he groaned. “Because of my own greediness, I must now go supperless to bed.”