182. THE FIGHTING COCKS. Two cocks were fighting for the sovereignty of the dunghill; and one of them having got the better of the other, he that was vanquished crept into a hole, and hid himself for some time, but the victor flew up to an eminent place, clapt his wings, and crowed out “Victory.”
An eagle who was watching for his prey near the place, saw him, and making a stoop, trussed him in his talons, and carried him off.
The cock that had been beaten, perceiving this, soon quitted his hole, and shaking off all remembrance of his late disgrace, gallanted the hens with all the intrepidity imaginable. [more info]
An eagle who was watching for his prey near the place, saw him, and making a stoop, trussed him in his talons, and carried him off.
The cock that had been beaten, perceiving this, soon quitted his hole, and shaking off all remembrance of his late disgrace, gallanted the hens with all the intrepidity imaginable. [more info]
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