The Crow and the Civet are great friends, and they hang out always.

It happens that
one day they were \having a conversation was passing about them, until suddenly they
were brought back to earth by the howling of a terrible tiger in the forest.
On this the crow, who was sitting on a tree trunk by the side of his friend, fluttered into
the upper branches, but the civet did not know where to hide, as she could not make out
from which direction the tiger's cries had come. "What must I do my friend?" she asked
the crow. "Have you neither advice not help to give me?"
"What would I not do for you, dear friend?" replied the crow. "I would confront the world,
if that would aid you. . ."
. . .The crow flew as fast as he could towards a passing flock of sheep who
were guarded by dogs larger than lions. He came close and bit first one then another of
the dogs painfully in the head so that the rest became disturbed and angry. . .The crow
hopped and fluttered just far enough ahead of all the dogs to escape their teeth, and
lead them, in a state of increasing fury, through the forest. When he considered that
their braying had certainly frightened the tiger far away, he flew straight up into the air,
leaving the dogs to make their was back grumbling back to the flock. As soon as it was
safe, he rejoined his friend the civet whose life he had so bravely protected. . .
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