Once upon a time, in a lush green forest, the cunning fox, Mrs. Mariou, gave birth to a little fox cub. – Oh! How much she looks like me! she said proudly. She has my color, my snout, my eyes, my ears, and of course, she will have my cunning and intelligence.

But alas! When the little fox cub grew up, she looked exactly like her mother in every way except one: cunning! – What bad luck has befallen me! Mrs. Mariou muttered. I will be a laughingstock throughout the forest. Is it possible? Such a charming little fox cub, but not a bit cunning?

Of course, Mrs. Mariou loved her little fox cub, just as all mothers love their children, even if they are not super-super perfect. But she was also saddened by her fox cub’s flaw, because, let’s face it, can a little fox cub have just a little cunning? No, she can’t! “Let it be,” thought Mrs. Mariou. “My little fox cub may not have been born cunning, but she will become so. I will train her! I will teach her the glorious Fox History, so she can learn from the deeds of her ancestors.” And so, Mrs. Mariou began to tell the little fox cub all the cunning tricks her grandmothers had done.