|The Fox, the Mouse, and the Snack in the Grass|
So the Fox paused.
“Why, hello, honored sir,” the Fox called out to the Mouse. I happened to be passing by with this crust of bread and thought you might enjoy it. I’ve been waiting here this little while to make sure you were home. Winter is coming on, and I imagine you may be hungry. I myself have more than enough to eat. That is why I wish to share this crust with you.”
|The Dog, the Cock, and the Fox|
Still, the Mouse was hesitant, suspecting the Fox of mischief. Furry woodland folk had a way of disappearing whenever the Fox was about, never to be seen again, and the Mouse did not wish to share such a fate himself.
|The Lion, the Bear, and the Fox|
Noticing that the Fox had seated himself a considerable distance off, the Mouse ventured “Folks say you are an accomplished jumper, but I can hardly believe the tales of your prowess. How far can you really jump?”
|The Lion, the Ass, and the Fox|
Believing the Fox’s words and throwing caution to the wind, the Mouse scampered out to grab the crust and retrieve it to the safety of his burrow.
Whereupon the Fox, pouncing easily from just where he sat, dined happily upon both crust and Mouse.