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A Vixen who was taking her seven babies out for an airing one balmy morning, came across a Lioness with a single cub.

“Why do you have only one child, dear dame?” asked the vixen.

“Look at my healthy and numerous litter here, and imagine, if you are able, how a proud mother should feel.”

The Lioness gave her a squelching look, and lifting up her nose, walked away, saying calmly,

“Yes, just look at that beautiful collection. What are they? Foxes!

I’ve only one, but remember, that one is a Lion.”

— Aesop