One day a Fox seated himself on a stone by a stream and wept aloud.
The Crabs in the holes around came up to him and said: "Friend, why are
you wailing so loud?"
"Alas!" said the Fox, "I have been turned by my kindred out of the
wood, and do not know what to do."
"Why were you turned out?" asked the Crabs in a tone of pity.
"Because," said the Fox, sobbing, "they said they should go out
to-night hunting Crabs by the stream, and I said it would be a pity to
lull such pretty little creatures."
"Where will you go hereafter?" said the Crabs.
"Where I can get work," said the Fox; "for I would not go to my kindred
again, come what would."
Then the Crabs held a meeting, and came to the conclusion that, as the
Fox had been thrown out by his kindred on their account, they could do
nothing better than engage his services to defend them. So they told
the Fox of their intention. He readily consented, and spent the whole
day in amusing the Crabs with all kinds of tricks.
Night came. The moon rose in full splendour. The Fox said: "Have you
ever been out for a walk in the moonlight?"
"Never, friend," said the Crabs; "we are such little creatures that we
are afraid of going far from our holes."
"Oh, never mind!" said the Fox; "follow me! I can defend you against
any foe."
So the Crabs followed him with pleasure. On the way the Fox told them
all sorts of delightful things, and cheered them on most heartily.
Having thus gone some distance, they reached a plain, where the Fox
came to a stand, and made a low moan in the direction of an adjacent
wood. Instantly a number of foxes came out of the wood and joined
their kinsman, and all of them at once set about hunting the poor
Crabs, who fled in all directions for their lives, but were soon caught
and devoured.
When the banquet was over, the Foxes said to their friend: "How great
thy skill and cunning!"
The heartless villain replied, with a wink: "My friends, _There is
cunning in cunning_."