Once upon a time, in a peaceful, green forest, lived a clever little fox. He was really proud of his long, fluffy tail, glossy black snout, and silky brown hair.
The fox was strolling across the trees one amazing morning. He was happy and enjoying the day. Everything appeared right; birds were singing, and the sun was shining.
He walked over a trap buried in the grass as he strolled. Then SNAP! suddenly!
The trap shut tightly at his tail!
‘Ouch! Oh, no! The fox broke down in tears. “My tail is caught!”
The trap wouldn’t open even though the poor fox pushed and lifted with all his might. He persisted endlessly. At last, he ran away with one great tug—SNAP!
Still, something went wrong.
He yelled, “Oh no! My tail has disappeared!” I missed my tail!
Looking behind him, the fox discovered his lovely tail had vanished. The trap had cut it off.
Sadly, he wondered what the other foxes would think. “They’ll laugh at me.” I look somewhat odd without a tail.
The fox did not want to go back and confront his buddies. Embarrassed and left out, he felt
Then he started to get ideas.
“What if I declare to everyone that having a tail is ridiculous? I wouldn’t feel as horrible if they all chopped their tails too.
The fox therefore organized a large gathering in the woods. Every other fox arrived to listen to his comments.
Rising in front of them, he said loudly,
Friends, I have been considering this. Why do tails seem vital? They utterly fail to assist us. They merely get in the way as we walk or sit. Without mine, I really feel a lot better. You ought to all cut off your tails as well!
The other foxes cast glances at one another. A few touched their tails and became perplexed. Nobody had ever mentioned previously that tails caused problems.
Then a young fox stepped forward. He was wise and courageous. Examining the fox without tails, he questioned,
“Are you saying this since you no longer have a tail?” All you are doing is trying to project yourself onto us. Not fair is what that is.
Each of the other foxes nodded. They now understood.
“You don’t really think tails are useless,” another fox said. “You simply do not want to feel excluded!”
Not in a cruel sense, but rather because they now understood what the tail-less fox was attempting to do, soon every fox started to chuckle.
“Just because you lost something does not indicate we should too!” stated one fox.
The fox without tails turned down. He apologized for what he had said.
“You’re right,” he remarked gently. “I was basically in a depressed state. I wanted to not be the only one without a tail.
The other foxes closed in proximity. One of them grinned and remarked, “It’s natural to be depressed.” Still, it’s not good to want negative things for other people. We still count as your pals.
The fox opened its mouth. Right now he felt better. His buddies laughed at him not. They still favored him—even without a tail.
From that day on, the fox picked up a valuable lesson: never be selfish. Don’t wish poorly for others based simply on your suffering. Always act ethically and politely.
Moral: It is never right to wish harm on others simply because you are feeling sad. Instead, be kind and happy for your friends, even when things are hard for you.
