Rewrite this story so it's about a sitting hen and a fly.


Now there was a certain old Owl who had become very cross and hard to please as she grew older, especially if anything disturbed her daily slumbers. One warm summer afternoon as she dozed away in her den in the old oak tree, a Grasshopper nearby began a joyous but very raspy song. Out popped the old Owl's head from the opening in the tree that served her both for door and for window.

"Get away from here, sir," she said to the Grasshopper. "Have you no manners? You should at least respect my age and leave me to sleep in quiet!"

But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. Then he struck up a louder and still more rasping tune.

The wise old Owl knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Grasshopper, nor with anybody else for that matter. Besides, her eyes were not sharp enough by day to permit her to punish the Grasshopper as he deserved. So she laid aside all hard words and spoke very kindly to him.

"Well sir," she said, "if I must stay awake, I am going to settle right down to enjoy your singing. Now that I think of it, I have a wonderful wine here, sent me from Olympus, of which I am told Apollo drinks before he sings to the high gods. Please come up and taste this delicious drink with me. I know it will make you sing like Apollo himself."


The foolish Grasshopper was taken in by the Owl's flattering words. Up he jumped to the Owl's den, but as soon as he was near enough so the old Owl could see him clearly, she pounced upon him and ate him up.

Flattery is not a proof of true admiration. Do not let flattery throw you off your guard against an enemy.

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Rewrite this story so it's about a sitting hen and a fly.


Now there was a certain old Owl who had become very cross and hard to please as she grew older, especially if anything disturbed her daily slumbers. One warm summer afternoon as she dozed away in her den in the old oak tree, a Grasshopper nearby began a joyous but very raspy song. Out popped the old Owl's head from the opening in the tree that served her both for door and for window.

"Get away from here, sir," she said to the Grasshopper. "Have you no manners? You should at least respect my age and leave me to sleep in quiet!"

But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. Then he struck up a louder and still more rasping tune.

The wise old Owl knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Grasshopper, nor with anybody else for that matter. Besides, her eyes were not sharp enough by day to permit her to punish the Grasshopper as he deserved. So she laid aside all hard words and spoke very kindly to him.

"Well sir," she said, "if I must stay awake, I am going to settle right down to enjoy your singing. Now that I think of it, I have a wonderful wine here, sent me from Olympus, of which I am told Apollo drinks before he sings to the high gods. Please come up and taste this delicious drink with me. I know it will make you sing like Apollo himself."


The foolish Grasshopper was taken in by the Owl's flattering words. Up he jumped to the Owl's den, but as soon as he was near enough so the old Owl could see him clearly, she pounced upon him and ate him up.

Flattery is not a proof of true admiration. Do not let flattery throw you off your guard against an enemy.

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A certain Hen was sitting on her eggs and couldn't move. She became very cross when anything disturbed her while she was sitting. One warm afternoon, as she sat on her eggs, a Fly began buzzing around her head. The Hen pecked at the air, but the fly was just out of reach. 

"Get away from here, sir," she said to the Fly. "Have you no manners? You should respect my condition and leave me to sit on my nest in quiet!"

But the Fly answered saucily that he had as much right to fly around in the sun as the hen had to sit on her eggs. Then he began to fly faster and buzz louder.

The wise Hen knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Fly, nor with anybody else for that matter. Besides, she couldn't leave her nest to chase the Fly. So, she laid aside all harsh words and spoke very kindly to him.

"Well sir," she said, "If I must sit here anyway, I am going to settle down and enjoy myself. Now that I think of it, I have a wonderful wine here, sent to me from Olympus, of which I am told Apollo drinks before he flies the sun across the sky. Please come and taste this delicious drink with me. I know it will make you fly like Apollo himself. 

The foolish Fly was taken in by Hen's flattering words. Up he jumped to the Hen's nest, but as soon as he was near enough, the Hen pounced upon him and ate him up.

Flattery is not proof of true admiration. Do not let flattery throw you off your guard against the enemy.
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Rewrite this story so it's about a sitting hen and a fly.


Now there was a certain old Owl who had become very cross and hard to please as she grew older, especially if anything disturbed her daily slumbers. One warm summer afternoon as she dozed away in her den in the old oak tree, a Grasshopper nearby began a joyous but very raspy song. Out popped the old Owl's head from the opening in the tree that served her both for door and for window.

"Get away from here, sir," she said to the Grasshopper. "Have you no manners? You should at least respect my age and leave me to sleep in quiet!"

But the Grasshopper answered saucily that he had as much right to his place in the sun as the Owl had to her place in the old oak. Then he struck up a louder and still more rasping tune.

The wise old Owl knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Grasshopper, nor with anybody else for that matter. Besides, her eyes were not sharp enough by day to permit her to punish the Grasshopper as he deserved. So she laid aside all hard words and spoke very kindly to him.

"Well sir," she said, "if I must stay awake, I am going to settle right down to enjoy your singing. Now that I think of it, I have a wonderful wine here, sent me from Olympus, of which I am told Apollo drinks before he sings to the high gods. Please come up and taste this delicious drink with me. I know it will make you sing like Apollo himself."


The foolish Grasshopper was taken in by the Owl's flattering words. Up he jumped to the Owl's den, but as soon as he was near enough so the old Owl could see him clearly, she pounced upon him and ate him up.

Flattery is not a proof of true admiration. Do not let flattery throw you off your guard against an enemy.
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A certain Hen was sitting on her eggs and couldn't move. She became very cross when anything disturbed her while she was sitting. One warm afternoon, as she sat on her eggs, a Fly began buzzing around her head. The Hen pecked at the air, but the fly was just out of reach. 

"Get away from here, sir," she said to the Fly. "Have you no manners? You should respect my condition and leave me to sit on my nest in quiet!"

But the Fly answered saucily that he had as much right to fly around in the sun as the hen had to sit on her eggs. Then he began to fly faster and buzz louder.

The wise Hen knew quite well that it would do no good to argue with the Fly, nor with anybody else for that matter. Besides, she couldn't leave her nest to chase the Fly. So, she laid aside all harsh words and spoke very kindly to him.

"Well sir," she said, "If I must sit here anyway, I am going to settle down and enjoy myself. Now that I think of it, I have a wonderful wine here, sent to me from Olympus, of which I am told Apollo drinks before he flies the sun across the sky. Please come and taste this delicious drink with me. I know it will make you fly like Apollo himself. 

The foolish Fly was taken in by Hen's flattering words. Up he jumped to the Hen's nest, but as soon as he was near enough, the Hen pounced upon him and ate him up.

Flattery is not proof of true admiration. Do not let flattery throw you off your guard against the enemy.</s>
