help me finish this sentence:
 

i used to know it, but i can't remember the beginning...


something something? ...sur un arbre perche(sp?)
tenait en son bec un frommage.




















































































.....or make up yr own....

first

Le Corbeau et le Renard


Maître Corbeau, sur un arbre perché,
Tenait en son bec un fromage.
Maître Renard, par l'odeur alléché,
Lui tint à peu près ce langage :
"Hé ! bonjour, Monsieur du Corbeau.
Que vous êtes joli ! que vous me semblez beau !
Sans mentir, si votre ramage
Se rapporte à votre plumage,
Vous êtes le Phénix des hôtes de ces bois."
A ces mots le Corbeau ne se sent pas de joie ;
Et pour montrer sa belle voix,
Il ouvre un large bec, laisse tomber sa proie.
Le Renard s'en saisit, et dit : "Mon bon Monsieur,
Apprenez que tout flatteur
Vit aux dépens de celui qui l'écoute :
Cette leçon vaut bien un fromage, sans doute. "
Le Corbeau, honteux et confus,
Jura, mais un peu tard, qu'on ne l'y prendrait plus.


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of course, fox and crow had to be french to love cheese

american crows only eat roakill

!@#$%! surely knows a lot about France.

i went to a school that was run by french priests

my least favorite class was french (it was all about reading terrible news, algerians being shot, tués and blessés and shit like that, depressing shit, but i was sufficiently indoctrinated nevertheless)

plus, france is awesome

ooooh dis.

I can't daydream about France: I live there!
Ahh, the USA... no, I'm through with it.
Ahh, somewhere else!

next time you feel unhappy about your country go buy yourself a wheel of réblochon and remember that's the apex of civilization you're about to sink your teeth into.

or take the train to nice and buy a pizza from the back of a truck.

fuck, i need to move there.

that explains a lot.

definitely. it was a nice place with a good library.

imagine if it had been a british school: misery and bad food

yawn. you forgot orderley cues and child abuse.

that's what happened to you?

then ok:

imagine if it had been a british school: misery and bad food and orderley cues (whatever that means) and child abuse.

damn, that almost makes me feel sorry for you. but you must have done something in a previous life to deserve it.

i guess if i still have this implanted deep in my memory this i was sufficiently indoctrinated.... but we belgians have a rebellious streak that separates us from the surrender monkeys over the border. fuck soixante-dix and quatre-vingt-dix... that's just ass backwards....

the proper words for counting 70 and 90 in french are septante and nonante, respectively.

yes thats what happened to me.

ha ha yeah, i've always wanted to visit your protocountry-- i have a couple of belgian friends (one french one flemish) that used to quarrel about the cultural superiority of each other's faction-- eventually they broke up. do they use septante & nonante? cuz i always found the quatre-vingt a bit stupid, especially post-metric-system.

surrender monkeys? it took the king all of 18 days to spread his legs for hitler. that's only a bit less than it took france, but eh!

let's discuss crêpes instead

we know.

who wrote that btw?

la fontaine-- it's a fable

made it to chocolate wrappers it seems






"cette leçon bien vaut un fromage" ha ha ha ha

you do seem like the kind that would trade that kind of thing.

this one is famous too



theres a reference to it in this incredible anime, whats it called--- tekkon kinkreet