In a time long ago, in a wide and open meadow, there lived a Fox. This Fox was known for his quick steps and cunning tricks. One sunny day, as the Fox was frolicking about, he fell into a Bramble. His body was pierced by the sharp thorns, and he yelped in pain.
"Ouch!" cried the Fox, feeling the sting of the thorns on his skin. Upset and hurting, the Fox began to grumble and mutter harsh words at the Bramble.
"Why are you so sharp and prickly?" he asked, a frown on his face. "You have done me harm."
The Bramble, hearing the Fox's complaints, responded calmly. "Dear Fox, it was not my intent to hurt you. I have always been this way, with my prickles out for everyone to see. You were the one who jumped without looking, landing in my thicket. You should have been more careful."
The Fox looked at the Bramble and understood. It wasn't the Bramble's fault for being prickly. It was his own fault for not watching where he was going. With a sigh, he pulled himself free from the thorns and went on his way, wiser and a bit more careful.
In a meadow that was like the ultimate playground—think slides, swings, and all-you-can-eat berries—a Fox lived. This Fox thought he was the king of hopscotch. But oh boy, today was a total face-plant kind of day. He was hopping and skipping, maybe pretending the ground was lava, and WHAMMO! Fell right into a Bramble. Ouch, double ouch, and mega ouch!
"YEOOOWWWW!" yelped Fox, as if he just stepped on a Lego. "Hey Bramble, what’s the big idea? Is this your idea of a hug? 'Cause it hurts!"
The Bramble chuckled, like it had just heard the funniest knock-knock joke. "Hey buddy, did you read the sign? It says ‘I’m a Bramble. I’m prickly. Enter at your own risk!’ You kinda jumped the queue there!"
Fox thought about it. "Oh, so you're not a pillow, you're more like...a cactus with an attitude!"
"Exactly!" said Bramble, chuckling some more. "I’m not a teddy bear, I’m like a teddy bear filled with thumbtacks! I’ve got a point—or a few hundred!"
Fox tilted his head, looking puzzled. "So what you're saying is, it’s like jumping into a pool without water and then being mad it's empty?"
"Spot on!" Bramble said. "I'm like a pinata that fights back!"
Fox laughed, pulling out the last thorn from his tail. "Alright, lesson learned! You're a no-jumping zone. Thanks for the pointy advice!"
And off he scampered, his tail behind him like a flag of surrender. Maybe he wasn't the king of hopscotch, but hey, at least he was now the duke of looking before leaping.
Once there was a Fox, lively and bold,
In a meadow vast, tales of him were told.
Dancing and prancing on a bright sunny day,
Into a Bramble bush, he made his way.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, with thorns all around,
His fur was tangled, his pain did resound.
"Why are you prickly? Why cause me this harm?"
He grumbled and groaned, sounding the alarm.
Bramble replied, with wisdom so true,
"I've always had thorns, this you already knew.
It wasn't my wish to give you a scare,
You jumped without caution, you must be aware."
Fox nodded slowly, realizing the tale,
It wasn't the bush, but his own hasty trail.
With a gentle tug and a lesson so clear,
He moved forward, holding caution near.
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