A Vixen who was taking her babies out for an airing one balmy
morning, came across a Lioness, with her cub1 in arms. "Why such
airs, haughty2 dame3, over one solitary4 cub?" sneered5 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."
"Quality is better than quantity."
