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.”