The fox who can trade

I caught this little fox under a laurel tree at the back of the temple. At that time, I was dripping fine Buddha in the temple when I suddenly heard the panic cry of a bird from under the tree. I turned my head and looked at it. Oh, a kingfisher, whose wings had not yet grown hard, had fallen from its nest in the canopy of the tree and broken its leg, crawling on the ground with its wings fluttering. I was not interested in the injured bird and was just about to take my eyes back when suddenly, from a hole under the flower bed, a little fox came out and hobbled to catch the injured kingfisher. I hurriedly tiptoed over and picked up a brick to block the hole under the flower bed and pounced around for a while, catching the little fox in my hand.

This is a very cute little fox, its back fur is bright red, its belly fur is pure white, and its amber eyes shine like jewels, born only ten days ago, and there is still a smell of milk on its body. I took it home in the palm of my hand and put it in an empty wire chicken coop, which I tied to a post under the eaves.

That night, I was awakened by the sound of "click, click, click" and quietly got out of bed and peered out through the window pane, where the moonlight shone brightly in the courtyard. I saw a female fox with black hair on her ears lying on the chicken cage, desperately gnawing at the wire with her teeth; after biting for a while but failing to open it, she went to drag the chicken cage, which was chained to the house post and could not be dragged. When the baby fox babbled in the cage, the mother fox stood on her hind legs and hooked her front legs on the top of the cage, and pressed her belly against the wall of the cage to feed the baby fox through the mesh.

The cool breeze poured in through the wooden pane, and I sneezed without my clothes on, and when I heard the noise, the female fox leaped up the roof with a whoosh along the pillar and disappeared.

The next morning, I opened the door and was surprised to find a colorful plume of red-bellied hornbill lying next to the chicken coop where the young fox was imprisoned, weighing five or six pounds, with its neck bitten off. There is no doubt that the black-eared female fox who risked her life last night to feed the baby foxes was bitten to death and thrown here. The red-bellied pheasant has tender meat, which is much tastier than domestic chicken and is a top-quality mountain treasure. The long colorful tail plume can also be used to make the ancient warrior's cap on the stage and sells at a very good price at the market. I don't understand why the black-eared female fox left this red-bellied hornbill by the chicken cage. Maybe it was hunted on its way to feed, and when it was feeding, it was frightened by my sneeze and forgot to take it away when it fled in a hurry, just like I often leave my umbrella at other people's homes. Well, I got a great deal. I picked up the red-bellied hornbill happily and was about to go inside when suddenly I heard a fox barking from the roof of the house. I went to the center of the yard and looked up, and there was the black-eared female fox. She was sitting on the ridge of the house in such a strange position that I couldn't help but see me looking at her, and she suddenly put her paws together and bent over and nodded her head like a Buddhist bowing: "Yo-oh, Yo-oh!" He barked at me eagerly, much like a roadside vendor hawking his wares.

I suddenly realized that the fat red-bellied hornbill had been left by the black-eared female fox in the chicken coop, to make a deal with me for her little one. What a smart female fox! She knew that her claws and teeth would not be able to snatch the baby fox from my coop, so she originally caught a red-bellied hornbill to exchange with me. I looked at the red-bellied pheasant and the little fox in the cage, and if I were to sell them together at the market, the price of the little fox would be about one-third higher; since it was a trade, it should be of equal value and at a reasonable price, and I would not do it at a loss. I made a gesture that I did not want to exchange, and threw the red-bellied hornbill to the roof, meaning: Here, you can take your things back.

The black-eared female fox nimbly wrapped her arms around the red-bellied hornbill, blinked those charming eyes, made a pensive look, and pushed the red-bellied hornbill off the roof, "Yo-oh-" a long whistle, over the roof ridge and disappeared.

The next morning, there was another red-bellied pheasant next to the chicken cage where the fox was imprisoned, bigger and fatter than the one yesterday. Just like yesterday, the black-eared female fox was still sitting on the ridge, eagerly barking at me "you-oo-oo".

The two red-bellied pheasants together are naturally worth more than the little fox, and I was ready to open the coop and release the little fox, but then I thought, this release is like releasing the "hostage", the black-eared female fox will never catch a red-bellied pheasant to pay me back. If I continue to suppress the little fox, the black-eared female fox is eager to save her son and catch a red-bellied pheasant a day, I will be like picking up a pot of treasure, forever inexhaustible. If we continue to calculate this way, 30 red-bellied hornbills a month, 365 red-bellied hornbills a year, persist for several years, I will not be a very rich man. Of course, this is a bit mean, and contrary to the principle of the bilateral trade fair and equitable, mutually beneficial. The fact is that you will need to be honest and trustworthy to do business with people, but it doesn't seem necessary to be so particular when dealing with animals. I put the second red-bellied hornbill away, not only did I not release the fox, but I also added a lock to the door of the chicken coop. The treasure chest should be kept in a safe place!

The black-eared female fox was looking at me from the roof, and I mockingly raised the red-bellied pheasant in her hand and said, "Hey, send a bigger and fatter one tomorrow!"

The black-eared female fox gave a long wail, a vertical, and abruptly disappeared.

The first thing I did when I woke up on the third morning was to rush out the door and go under the eaves to pick up the red-bellied hornbill. Unfortunately, there is nothing red-bellied pheasant, imprisoned foxes next to the chicken cage, only a dead mouse, organs are dragged outside the body, has been highly rotten, emitting a foul smell, attracting a group of green-headed flies.

Yuck, I was so disgusted I wanted to vomit.

"Yo-oh-oh-oh" the black-eared female fox was still sitting on the roof ridge, barking at me with resentment. I believe she was scolding me like this: "You are untrustworthy, insatiable, and smaller than a mouse!"

This female fox was a vixen. I thought: she knew the market price of red-bellied hornbills, knew that two red-bellied hornbills for a baby fox were more than enough, knew that I was trying to squeeze money out of her endlessly, so she used a rotting dead mouse to show me that she would never fall for my scam. I have a kind of resentment of being exposed, a little bit annoyed, in my place, a small fox will be exchanged for 10,000 red-bellied hornbills, only one, no other, you like to exchange or not! Yesterday and the day before yesterday's two red-bellied pheasants, as you pay the deposit, the transaction failed, according to our human rules, the deposit was confiscated!

On the fourth day, I defecated a bubble of fox shit at my door, and it stank to high heaven.

On the fifth day, when I returned from plowing, I found a hole in the thatch of the roof and a bubble of fox urine on my bed.

On the sixth day, the four old hens I had were plucked clean from their necks as if they had had their hair cut, and their necks were exposed like turkeys.

I had no choice but to release the baby foxes. It seems that doing business with animals, but also to rules and regulations.