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A Vixen who was taking her seven babies out for an airing one balmy morning, came across a Lioness with a single cub.
"Why such airs, haughty dame, over one solitary cub?" sneered the Vixen.
"Look at my healthy and numerous litter here, and imagine, if you are able, how a proud mother should feel."
The Lioness gave her a squelching look, and lifting up her nose, walked away, saying calmly,
"Yes, just look at that beautiful collection. What are they? Foxes! I've only one, but remember, that one is a Lion."