The Bird and The Fox
Once there was a forest, that had only one tree. One you say? Why yes. I know, a forest would have to have lots of trees and things, but this one was special.
One day a fox was hunting for some food. Delicious food that he wanted to fill his stomach on for his journey. Nothing too special. Maybe something juicy.
He then walked through an open field and in the center of that field was a tree. It was a happy tree. He could tell, because it's branches stretched towards the sky, like he was appraising it's beauty. And what happened to be on that tree was a bird, a very fine bird. It was red with a black beak. He looked a bit cocky with his chest sticking out as he sung a tune.
"Silly bird," the fox thought, "If only I can catch him." The tree branches were a bit too high for him to reach. "Ah well, I prefer rabbits. They're a lot funner to catch." And off he trotted.
"I say old