An old fox and her two cubs were pursued
by dogs, when one of the cubs got a thorn in his foot,
and could go no farther. Setting the other to
watch for the pursuers, the mother proceeded, with
much tender solicitude, to extract the thorn.
Just as she had done so, the sentinel gave the alarm.
“How near are they?” asked the mother.
“Close by, in the next field,” was the
answer.
“The deuce they are!”
was the hasty rejoinder. “However, I presume
they will be content with a single fox.”
And shoving the thorn earnestly back
into the wounded foot, this excellent parent took
to her heels.
This fable proves that humanity does
not happen to enjoy a monopoly of paternal affection.
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