The Fox Who Lost His Tail

Once upon a time, a fox found himself in a tricky situation: his tail was caught in a trap. To get out, he had no choice but to cut off his own tail. Now without his bushy appendage, he felt like a pizza without cheese. Tails were a big deal in the fox community—a true source of pride.

Determined to make "tail-less" the new trend, the fox called for a meeting in the forest. "Ladies and gentlefoxes, gather 'round! I have groundbreaking news that will rock your foxy world!"

The foxes leaned in, ears perked, eager to hear what all the fuss was about.

"Now hear this," the fox announced, "Tails are so last season!"

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"Hold your applause," the fox continued, savoring the drama. "Tails are just a nuisance. They get caught in doors, they're heavy, and let's face it, have you ever tried to play hide-and-seek with a tail? Impossible!"

The fox spun around, dramatically showing off his lack of a tail. "See? No tail!"

A young fox piped up, "But what about balance? And looking awesome? My tail is practically my superhero cape!"

The tail-less fox laughed, "Balance, shmalance! And looking awesome is all about attitude, not fur!"

Some foxes started nodding, seemingly convinced.

But an old fox stood up, cutting through the chatter. "Wait just a minute. You're only saying all this because you lost your tail, aren't you?"

The tail-less fox chuckled, "Me, trick you? Nah, I'm just ahead of the fashion curve!"

The old fox shook his head, "You're not fooling anyone. We like our tails, and we're keeping them!"

The tail-less fox shrugged, "Well, can't blame a fox for trying. But you'll see, tail-less is the future!"

The old fox responded, "Maybe for you, but not for us. We're not changing who we are just because you changed. And that, my friends, is the real lesson here."

With that, the foxes cheered and trotted away, their tails held high, swishing in the breeze. The tail-less fox watched them go, still convinced he was onto something. But deep down, he understood that trying to change everyone else wasn't the way to feel better about himself.

And so, the tail-less fox walked off the stage, a bit wiser and more humble, finally grasping that you shouldn't impose your own misfortunes or changes on others as a way to fit in.

Caught in a trap, a fox felt so blue,
His tail was now gone, oh, what could he do?
He wandered around, feeling rather small,
Missing his tail, like a tree missing fall.

So he thought up a plan, to call all foxes near,
"To a meeting," he said, "let's make something clear!
Our tails are just trouble, they catch and they weigh,
Let's all say goodbye to our tails today!"

"Imagine the freedom, oh, think of the fun,
We'll run through the forest, faster than anyone!"
His eyes were so bright, his grin stretched so wide,
"Let's cut off our tails, there's no need to hide!"

But up stood a wise fox, so clever and grand,
"Listen, my friends, please understand.
He lost his own tail, it's easy to see,
But don't let his loss change you or me.

"Our tails are our treasure, they're part of our tale,
His sneaky plan is surely to fail.
Our tails aren't a burden; they're lovely, you see,
As nature has made us, so let us be!"

So foxes held tails high, as they danced through the trees,
While the tail-less one learned, it's not easy to please.
The lesson rings true, when advice comes your way,
Be wise and think twice, before you obey.