Who thinks he is able to do can do. And who is not able to do thinks he can not. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.
Pablo PicassoYes, only he! said Fox loudly, sharply having raised his index finger up, abruptly stood up and went into the thicket of the forest to the clumsy oak, on which Gray-haired Crow sat day and night, meditating.
Fox walked through his native forest and was glad to see again the places where he used to walk every day. Well, they were now perceived as something different. As if they became a bit unfamiliar. Hmm, strange feeling! Isnt it? Native, but at the same time different.
Look, look! there were thin voices, strange one is coming! Wink-wink! A rich eccentric! Magpie told the truth! He is back!
A flock of tits was sitting on tops of the trees. They gaily exchanged glances and giggled.
Lets go! We must tell the others so they know!.. they cheerfully left.
And Fox went on calmly. He realized that it was useless to be angry. Now everyone will look at him askance. All due to the fact that he disappeared once in search of gold and then told everything to Magpie. And Magpies that gossip, do not tell her too much.
Mm, the black sheep is coming, Elk said to his wife, Elk Cow, nodding toward the passing Fox.
Uncle Elk, why did you call him a black sheep? a small baby gopher asked the Elk.
Yes, why? Hes not a sheep, and he can not bleat at all, his friend Little Mouse added.
And quite re-e-ed, they added in chorus.
The black sheep are called those animals that are not like everyone else. They are strange and odd. By themselves. Like this Fox, for example.
Ah-ah, I see, answered the little gopher. Little Mouse, lets run, and well see where the black sheep will go!
Black sheep! Black sheep! Little Gopher and Little Mouse fled in the distance, teasing Fox, but seeing that he did not react to their jokes, they gradually left him.
Truly, hes strange. He doesnt even being teased, said Little Mouse, its better to play on the lawn.
Meanwhile, Fox was walking through the forest thicket. And the farther into the depths he advanced, the thicker the forest was and the darker. Oh, creepy, man! Brr! Even the sky is not visible beyond the treetops. No ray of the sun can break through here, its gloomily. Although the day is clear and the sun shines brightly. As if you fell in an unknown world of terrible tales.
Finally Fox managed to get to the clumsy oak.
A-ah! The black sheep came! Caw! Gray-haired Crow seemed to be waiting for him, Well, get up to me, tell me what you came with! Har-har-har! The Crow laughed in a senile voice.