In a wonderful forest there lived a fox. Her house was not very large, but very cosy. Her little home had no luxurious furniture, and the fox herself lived quite ordinarily, but despite this, several times a year she would certainly fly to some new country for a holiday.
Sometimes she would go to Goa to do yoga, sometimes splash about in the crystal-clear waters of the ocean in the Maldives, sometimes she rode on elephants in Sri Lanka. And quite often the fox would go away for weekends to Egypt, just to laze about in the sun and warm her russet sides.
But the fox had a dream — she very much wanted to meet a real prince who would live with her, take her on holiday abroad, look after the house, love her and protect her. After all, it was very hard for her to earn money and live alone.
And at the other end of the forest there lived a crane — wealthy, handsome and fine. His house was full of abundance — luxurious furniture, a powerful 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 changed his mobile phones as soon as new models came out, the crane would go to the shop and buy them straight away.
And the crane also loved to eat well. He never flew anywhere, believing that travel was an empty and uninteresting waste of time. But if the fridge was full of delicacies, then life had truly been a success. But the crane had no wife — nothing was quite right, either he would find someone terribly capricious, or someone who couldn't cook.
One day the fox decided to test 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.
W-e-l-l, let's see who we have here.
The fox muttered to herself.
Aha, a wolf. Young, and he has a nice car, and his own business, let me try to get to know him.
The fox took 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 growling calm voice. The wolf told her a bit about himself, and the fox decided to arrange a meeting with him. After meeting, the fox decided she could marry the wolf. He courted 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, for her part, 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 was not always full. But the wolf loved the fox so much and didn't worry about it, after all, small portions, eating too much is bad for you.
But after several months the fox told the wolf that they needed to move back to their separate little houses, the wolf was not her prince. After all, she wanted to rest at expensive resorts, and the wolf had only taken her as far as Egypt so far.
Wait a little 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 photograph of the crane, the very one who lived at the other end of the forest.
Hmm, interesting.
The fox said to herself.
What an interesting gentleman. Young, incredibly handsome, tall, slim, and rich too. This one will certainly take me on holiday to the Seychelles. Let me call him and arrange a meeting.
Several months after meeting the crane, the fox and crane had a wedding and began to live together.
Dear crane, when will we fly somewhere to the warm lands?
The fox asked.
It's cold outside, frost, shall we head to the Seychelles?
What would we do there?
The crane chuckled spitefully.
You'd better feed me well, I'm always hungry.
And that was hardly surprising, since the fox served food on flat little plates. The crane pecked and pecked with his beak, but couldn't get full. And nothing in their life worked out happily: the crane was hungry, and the fox dreamed of travel.
And then the fox remembered how well she had lived with the wolf. Although he wasn't wealthy, he never went hungry. And he liked the flat plates, and he courted Lisitsia, and even took her to Egypt by the sea so she could warm her russet sides.
But trouble came — the wolf had long been living with a she-wolf, raising little cubs, had earned a lot of money and rests by the sea every month.
And so the fox remained alone, in her little house.
Read fairy tales and you will always know how to behave!
