The owl and the grasshopper

The Owl always takes her sleep during the day.  Then  after  sundown,  when  the  rosy light  fades from  the  sky  and  the  shadows rise slowly through the wood, out she comes ruffling  and  blinking  from  the  old  hollow tree. 

Now  her  weird  "hoo-hoo-hoo-oo-oo" echoes  through  the  quiet  wood,  and  she begins  her  hunt  for  the  bugs  and  beetles, frogs and mice she likes so well to eat.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.