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Tell me a bedtime story?
Tell me a bedtime story?
Category Fursuiting / Fursuit
Species Cheetah
Size 1280 x 853px
File Size 167.1 kB
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A FOX was one day talking to a Wolf about the strength of man.
“No animals,” he said, “could withstand Man, and they were
obliged to use cunning to hold their own against him.” The Wolf
answered, “If ever I happen to see a Man, I should attack him all
the same.” “Well, I can help you to that,” said the Fox. “Come to
me early tomorrow, and I will show you one!” The Wolf was early
astir, and the Fox took him out to a road in the forest, traversed
daily by a Huntsman.
First came an old discharged soldier. “Is that a Man?” asked the
Wolf. “No,” answered the Fox. “He has been a Man.” After that a
little boy appeared on his way to school. “Is that a Man?” “No; he
is going to be a Man.” At last the Huntsman made his appearance,
his gun on his back, and his hunting-knife at his side. The Fox said
to the Wolf, “Look! There comes a Man. You may attack him, but I
will make off to my hole!” The Wolf set on the Man, who said to
himself when he saw him, “What a pity my gun isn’t loaded with
ball,” and fired a charge of shot in the Wolf’s face. The Wolf made
a wry face, but he was not to be so easily frightened, and attacked
him again. Then the Huntsman gave him the second charge. The
Wolf swallowed the pain, and rushed at the Huntsman. But the
Man drew his bright hunting-knife, and hit out right and left with
it, so that, streaming with blood, the Wolf ran back to the Fox.
“Well, brother Wolf,” said the Fox, “and how did you get on with
the Man?” “Alas!” said the Wolf. “I never thought the strength of
man would be what it is. First, he took a stick from his shoulder.
and blew into it, and something flew into my face, which tickled
frightfully. Then he blew into it again, and it flew into my eyes and
nose like lightning and hail. Then he drew a shining rib out of his
body, and struck at me with it till I was more dead than alive.”
“Now, you see,” said the Fox, “what a braggart you are. You throw
your hatchet so far that you can’t get it back again.”
“No animals,” he said, “could withstand Man, and they were
obliged to use cunning to hold their own against him.” The Wolf
answered, “If ever I happen to see a Man, I should attack him all
the same.” “Well, I can help you to that,” said the Fox. “Come to
me early tomorrow, and I will show you one!” The Wolf was early
astir, and the Fox took him out to a road in the forest, traversed
daily by a Huntsman.
First came an old discharged soldier. “Is that a Man?” asked the
Wolf. “No,” answered the Fox. “He has been a Man.” After that a
little boy appeared on his way to school. “Is that a Man?” “No; he
is going to be a Man.” At last the Huntsman made his appearance,
his gun on his back, and his hunting-knife at his side. The Fox said
to the Wolf, “Look! There comes a Man. You may attack him, but I
will make off to my hole!” The Wolf set on the Man, who said to
himself when he saw him, “What a pity my gun isn’t loaded with
ball,” and fired a charge of shot in the Wolf’s face. The Wolf made
a wry face, but he was not to be so easily frightened, and attacked
him again. Then the Huntsman gave him the second charge. The
Wolf swallowed the pain, and rushed at the Huntsman. But the
Man drew his bright hunting-knife, and hit out right and left with
it, so that, streaming with blood, the Wolf ran back to the Fox.
“Well, brother Wolf,” said the Fox, “and how did you get on with
the Man?” “Alas!” said the Wolf. “I never thought the strength of
man would be what it is. First, he took a stick from his shoulder.
and blew into it, and something flew into my face, which tickled
frightfully. Then he blew into it again, and it flew into my eyes and
nose like lightning and hail. Then he drew a shining rib out of his
body, and struck at me with it till I was more dead than alive.”
“Now, you see,” said the Fox, “what a braggart you are. You throw
your hatchet so far that you can’t get it back again.”
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