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jamjarBased on this myth.
"I don't know why you're still holding a grudge," Fox said. He let out a small laugh, which sounded almost exactly like the yowl of a cat in heat. "It's not like it's the first time you've been tricked."
Raven stretched out his wings and preened his feathers.
"I'm a fox, you know. It's what I do."
Raven sniffed. "Been talking to the Scorpion again?"
"Which is my point!" Fox grinned, red tongue lying over white teeth. "If I can forgive Scorpion, I don't know why you're still so moody over a piece of cheese. She killed me. You only lost a meal."
"Yes," said Raven. "But no-one ever called me beautiful before."
"I don't know why you're still holding a grudge," Fox said. He let out a small laugh, which sounded almost exactly like the yowl of a cat in heat. "It's not like it's the first time you've been tricked."
Raven stretched out his wings and preened his feathers.
"I'm a fox, you know. It's what I do."
Raven sniffed. "Been talking to the Scorpion again?"
"Which is my point!" Fox grinned, red tongue lying over white teeth. "If I can forgive Scorpion, I don't know why you're still so moody over a piece of cheese. She killed me. You only lost a meal."
"Yes," said Raven. "But no-one ever called me beautiful before."
