A fox and a fox cub lay on the top of Mount Kariu and watched from there as the weeds burned in the Murtazatinskaya lowland. The fox pretends to be warming itself, and the little fox asks her:
- What are you doing?
- Over there in the Murtazatinskaya lowland the weeds are burning, and I am warming myself from its fire.
Suddenly the little fox lying next to her jumped up and fell backwards.
- What's wrong with you? - asks the frightened fox. He answers:
“A spark fell on me from this fire!”
Lisa just said:
“It’s not for nothing that people say: “A fox cub is more deceitful than the fox itself.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru