In a wonderful forest there lived a fox. Her home wasn't very large, but it was very cosy. Her little house didn't have fancy furniture, and the fox herself lived quite ordinarily, but despite this, several times a year she would definitely fly to some new country for a holiday.
Sometimes she'd head to Goa to do yoga, sometimes she'd splash about in the crystal-clear waters of the ocean in the Maldives, sometimes she'd ride elephants in Sri Lanka. And quite often the fox would pop off for a weekend to Egypt, just to lie about in the sun and warm her reddish sides.
But the fox had a dream — she really wanted to meet a real prince who would live with her, take her on holidays abroad, look after the house, love her and protect her. After all, it was very hard for her to earn money and live on her own.
And on the other side of the forest there lived a crane — wealthy, handsome and dashing. His house was full of abundance — fancy furniture, a massive home cinema system covering an entire wall, computers, alarm systems. The crane was in business, and not just any business, but the most profitable kind. Every week he'd change his mobile phones as soon as new models came out, the crane would head to the shop and buy them straight away.
And the crane also loved good food. He never flew anywhere, reckoned that travel was an empty and uninteresting waste of time. But if the fridge was full of delicacies, well then life was truly worthwhile. Only trouble was, the crane had no wife — nothing was ever right, either he'd find someone terribly fussy, or someone who couldn't cook.
One day the fox decided to try her luck and find herself a worthy husband. On a quiet, cold, winter evening she settled herself comfortably in her armchair, switched on her old computer, and registered on a dating website.
Right then, let's see who we've got here.
The fox muttered to herself.
Ah, a wolf. Young, and he's got a nice car, and his own business, I'll try to get to know him.
The fox pulled out her old mobile phone and dialled the number listed in his profile.
Good day! My name is Lisitsia.
The fox said in an official voice.
On the other end of the phone came a calm growling voice. The wolf told her a bit about himself, and the fox decided to arrange a meeting. After meeting him the fox decided she could marry the wolf. He looked after her, cooked food for her, and served her meals in a comfortable bowl, so the fox didn't even have to turn her neck.
She in turn also looked after the wolf — she ironed his shirts, tied his ties, and cooked his food. But she served the food on such small plates that the wolf wasn't always full. But the wolf loved the fox so much and didn't worry about it, after all, small portions aren't bad, eating too much is unhealthy.
But after several months the fox told the wolf that they needed to move back to their separate homes, the wolf wasn't her prince after all. After all, she wanted to rest at expensive resorts, and the wolf hadn't taken her further than Egypt so far.
Wait a bit, little fox, soon I'll become richer, I'll start my own business, and we'll fly wherever you want.
No, I can't wait. I'd rather find myself a new husband.
The fox opened the dating website again, scrolled through profiles for a long time and finally came across a photo of the crane, the very same one who lived on the other side of the forest.
Hmm, interesting.
The fox said to herself.
What an interesting gentleman. Young, incredibly handsome, tall, slim, and wealthy too. This one will definitely take me on holiday to the Seychelles. I'll give him a ring and arrange a meeting.
Several months after meeting the crane, the fox and crane had a wedding and started living together.
Crane dear, when will we fly off somewhere to the warm lands?
The fox would ask.
It's cold outside, frost everywhere, shall we head off to the Seychelles?
What would we do there?
The crane would laugh spitefully.
You'd be better off feeding me properly, I'm always hungry.
And that's hardly surprising, since the fox serves food on flat little plates. The crane taps with his beak, taps away, but can't get full. And nothing works out for them, a happy life: the crane is hungry, and the fox dreams of travel.
And then the fox remembered how well she'd lived with the wolf. Though he wasn't wealthy, he never went hungry. And he liked the flat plates, and he looked after Lisitsia, and he even took her to Egypt by the sea so she could warm her reddish sides.
But trouble was, the wolf had long been living with a she-wolf, raising little pups, had earned plenty of money and goes on holiday by the sea every month.
And so the fox remained alone, in her little house.
Read fairy tales and you'll always know how to behave!
