Disclaimer: Aesop would KILL me if he read these! XD

Chapter 7: The Fox and the Crow

Jack once saw Beckett running naked through a field with a piece of cheese in his mouth.

"I want that cheese!" muttered Jack, as he saw Beckett sit down.

Beckett then crawled up a tree.

"Good day, Lord Beckett" Jack called out. "How well you are looking… so blue, so chickenish, so… 'sleek and sexy'! No doubt you sing beautifully. Care to sing a song fer me?"

Beckett, idiotic git that he is, lifted up his head, and sang, "Grawwwwwk!"

Of course, the cheese fell out of his mouth.

"Haha!" Jack cackled, gobbling up the cheese. "Loser! You bloody chicken! As ol' Aesop would say, do not trust flatterers."

And with that, he disappeared in a puff of glitter, pink smoke.

Beckett sobbed in remorse at the loss of his cheese. He cried so hard, he fell out of the tree, cracked his head on a rock, and died.