“The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.”
“once there was a crow, it flew from the field to the hill, from hedge to hedge, and lived its life. then it died and rotted away. -what's the sense in it? there just ISN'T any!”
“He thinks the sun comes up just to hear him crow.”
“Praise does wonders for our sense of hearing.”
“Conceited people never hear anything but praise.”
“Vain men never hear anything but praise.”