The Fox and the Forgetful Goat
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On a blazing summer day, a sly little fox named Fidget trotted through the forest, tongue out and fur frazzled.
“Phew! It’s so hot my tail could catch fire!” he groaned.
He sniffed the air and caught a whiff of cool water. Following the scent, he found a deep stone well glimmering in the sunlight.
Without thinking twice, he leaned in for a sip. But oops!—his paw slipped, and he tumbled straight in!
Splash!
“Oh, fantastic,” Fidget grumbled, shaking his soaked tail. “I just invented fox-flavored soup!”
The Goat Who Didn’t Look Before He Leaped
Hours passed, and along came Gary the Goat—fluffy, cheerful, and famously forgetful.
He heard Fidget’s echo from below: “Ah! The water’s so cool and delicious!”
Gary peered over the edge. “Really? It looks refreshing!”
“Absolutely!” shouted Fidget. “Come join me! Plenty for two!”
Without another thought—KER-PLUNK!—Gary leapt straight into the well, splashing water everywhere.
“Brrr! That’s colder than snow on my horns!” he bleated.
Fidget smirked. “Welcome, my thirsty friend. Now, how do we get out?”
Gary blinked. “You mean… you don’t know?”
The Fox’s Clever Plan
The fox rubbed his chin, pretending to think deeply. “Oh, I do have a plan, Gary! You’re tall and strong. If you stand on your hind legs and press your horns against the wall, I can climb up your back and jump out. Then I’ll pull you up, I promise!”
Gary wagged his tail. “Brilliant! Teamwork makes the dream work!”
So, the goat positioned himself just right. The fox climbed onto his back, balanced on his horns, and—boing!—leaped out of the well with a triumphant spin.
Gary waited, tail swishing. “Okay, now it’s my turn!”
But Fidget the Fox was already walking away, shaking water off his fur.
“Next time, dear goat,” he called back, “maybe look before you leap!”
Gary sighed. “I really should start writing these things down…”
The Moral (and the Moo!)
A few hours later, Farmer Fred came to draw water and found Gary still inside.
“Well, if it isn’t my silly goat again,” the farmer laughed, helping him climb out with a rope.
Gary bleated, “I met a tricky fox today. I think he taught me a lesson!”
The farmer chuckled. “And what’s that?”
“Next time someone invites me to jump into a hole,” Gary said proudly, “I’ll ask how they plan to get out first!”
From that day on, Gary became the most careful goat in the meadow.
Meanwhile, Fidget the Fox? He was seen bragging to the rabbits until he slipped into another puddle.
Some lessons take more than once to learn!
The End !
