At one time the Fox and the Stork1 were on visiting terms and

　　seemed very good friends. So the Fox invited the Stork to dinner,

　　and for a joke put nothing before her but some soup in a very

　　shallow dish. This the Fox could easily lap up, but the Stork

　　could only wet the end of her long bill in it, and left the meal

　　as hungry as when she began. "I am sorry," said the Fox, "the

　　soup is not to your liking2."

　　"Pray do not apologise," said the Stork. "I hope you will

　　return this visit, and come and dine with me soon." So a day was

　　appointed when the Fox should visit the Stork; but when they were

　　seated at table all that was for their dinner was contained in a

　　very long-necked jar with a narrow mouth, in which the Fox could

　　not insert his snout, so all he could manage to do was to lick the

　　outside of the jar.

　　"I will not apologise for the dinner," said the Stork:

　　"One bad turn deserves another."