One day, a cat was taking a walk when she met a fox in the middle of her way. Thinking of how strong, smart and full of experience he was, the cat greeted him in a friendly way. “Good day, dear Mr. Fox, how are you? How is all with you? How are you getting on in these hard times?” The fox, full of all kinds of arrogance, looked at the cat from head to foot. He thought for a long time to decide whether he would give any answers or not. At last he said, “Oh, you wretched beard-cleaner, you piebald fool, you hungry mouse-hunter, what can you be thinking of? How can you ask how I am getting on? What have you learnt? How many tricks do you understand?” I understand just one, ” replied the cat. “What is that?” asked the fox. “When the hounds are following me, I can spring into a tree and save myself.” “Is that all?” said the fox. “I’m master of a hundred tricks and have a sackful of cunning. You make me sorry for you. Come with me, I will teach you how people get away from the hounds.”
Just right after that a hunter with four dogs came. The cat sprang quickly up a tree. She sat down at the top of it, where the branches and foliage concealed her. On the other hand, the fox was motionless, busy thinking of which tricks he would use. “Open your sack, Mr. Fox, open your sack,” cried the cat to him. But the dogs had already caught him and held him firmly.
“Ah, Mr. Fox,” cried the cat. “You clever creature with hundred of tricks. If only you had been able to climb like me, you would never have lost your life.”