– Now let’s eat yours, – said the man.
And I replied:
– What? Oh, my dear! Doctors say meat and fat are bad for your arteries – cholesterol! We must eat greens!
– So what happened? – a soldier asked.
– He agreed. We ate grass, sorrel, nettles… and then I quietly moved in with a new friend – a wolf.
Same plan. But the wolf… wasn’t so simple.
One day, when it was time to eat my livestock, the wolf said:
– Buddy, you don’t have any livestock. And you know what? I think you are my dinner.
But I wasn’t a scout for nothing! I told him I had a secret map to a canned meat warehouse hidden in my tail. While he searched – I escaped.
Since then, I avoid sharp-toothed friends with no sense of humor.
Everyone around the fire roared with laughter. Even Alangazar clapped his huge hands.
Cinderella, sipping her tea, smiled:
– Fox, you’re quite the trickster. But in my battalion, you’re worth your weight in gold. Just promise me one thing – don’t eat government sheep.
– Scout’s honor, Your… Cinderella! – said the fox, barely holding in his laugh.
To be continued: Fox and the Wolf.
Second Story – About a Mare
When the fire was crackling softly and stars peeked over the barracks, someone said:
– Fox, one more! About the wolf!
The fox stretched, yawned theatrically, and said:
– Alright… but don’t blame me if you laugh until you hiccup.
He leaned against a tree and began:
– One day I actually did get caught by that same wolf. I don’t remember how – just that he was staring at me with hungry eyes, growling:
– Fox! I’m going to eat you! I’m starving!
Without missing a beat, I said:
– Dear Wolf, you won’t be satisfied with me. Look at me – all fur and tail. Go to the mare. She’s big, fat, and filling. That’s a real meal!
The wolf licked his lips, scratched his ear, and said:
– You know, you’ve got a point.
He tiptoed to the mare and said:
– Mare! I’m going to eat you!
But the mare – clever creature – sized him up and yawned lazily:
– Why bother? Open wide – I’ll crawl in myself.
The wolf was thrilled:
– What a lunch! No work at all!
He opened his jaws as wide as he could… and the mare – WHAM! – kicked him right in the forehead!
The thud was so loud a raven fell off a pine. Since then, the wolf avoids foxes and fears mares so much he hiccups at the sight of hooves.
The soldiers were rolling with laughter – on the grass, on benches. Even Pixel the dwarf was hiccupping and crying at the same time, and the goat-cartographer was rolling on the ground, bleating.