Once, when the fox was out roaming, he saw a road in the snow. Not long ago, a man from the Labradoran mountains had passed by this road in a double sled with the head and tail connected. The fox sat down on the side of the road and said to himself, “If I play dead and lie down on the road, what will he do to me when the next Labrador passes by on his sled?” Saying that, the fox really lay down on the road. It stretched out its limbs, lying straight, it really looked like dead.
Not long after, a Labradoran drove a long line of sleds came. He found the dead fox lying on the road, so he picked it up and threw it into the deer-drawn sled, tucked under the rope with the bundle. The fox held its breath and didn’t move a muscle. The Laperans continued on their way. After a while, the fox slid off the sled. The Lapperlander threw it onto another sled. A little later, the fox slid off this sled, and the Labradoran threw it on the last sled. This sled was filled with fish. Now, of course, the fox was so satisfied that it came to life immediately. The Labrador didn’t even notice. The fox crept forward and snapped the cable. The sled stopped in the middle of the road and did not move.
The Labrador had many sleds tied behind him, so he didn’t notice at first that the sleds were missing. After walking a long way, it snowed heavily. In the blizzard, when he looked back, he realized that the last sled was missing. He unloaded a deer and quickly turned back to look for the missing sled. But the snow fell heavier and heavier, covering all traces of the road. The Lapperlander could not find his sled.
By now, the fox had picked up a big fish and escaped. Halfway there, he met a bear, who, seeing such a big fish, asked, “Where did you get that fish, fox?” The fox replied, “I put my tail into the well, and the fish hung on to it firmly. There are only good people living around the well, and there is no mischief.” The bear asked, “Then can you tell me how you can also make the fish hang on to my tail by itself?”
“But what I endure, you certainly can’t endure!” The fox said.
“Huh!” The bear muttered, “You old fellow! You can stand it, but I can’t stand it instead?”
“All right, little ancestor.” The fox said, “Then go ahead and try to put your tail in that good man’s well! I’ll show you the way.” The fox led the bear to a well and said, “See, this is the well. It is from this well that I fish.” So the bear stuck his tail in the water, while the fox strolled along. He paced over and over until the bear’s tail was firmly frozen in the well, and then the fox shouted, “Come on, you good people! Bring your bows and arrows and lances, for there is a bear sitting here, stealing from your well!” After shouting, it fled quickly.
The people rushed over with their bows and arrows and lances and rushed towards the bear. The bear panicked and jumped up and tore off his tail.
By now, the fox had run into the forest and hid under the roots of a pine tree. He said to his feet.
“O dear feet, what will you do if I am discovered?”
“We will run away with agility.”
And to its ears it said, “O dear ears, what will you do if I am discovered?”
“We will listen carefully.”
And it said to its nose: “O dear nose, if I am discovered, what will you do?”
“I will sniff in all directions.”
Finally, it asked its tail again, “Dear tail, what will you do if I am found?”
“I will take the right direction.”
At that moment, the bear came running in a hurry. It tugged and pulled hard at the roots of the tree, and finally caught the fox’s tail and dragged it out hard. He put the fox on his shoulders and went on his way.
After walking for a while, the bear and the fox passed by an old tree stump on which a flowering woodpecker was parked, pecking vigorously at the bark of the tree. The fox murmured, “Ah, it’s a rather pleasant moment when I add color to these little birds!”
The bear asked, “What did you just say, old boy?” The fox replied, “I-I didn’t say anything, so you’d better carry me to the nest and eat me!” They went on their way, and in a few moments they saw another woodpecker. The fox said again, “It’s a pretty pleasant moment when I add color to these little birds!” This time, the bear could hear him and asked.
“Can’t you add some color to me too?” The fox said, “You can’t take that kind of pain, and besides, you can’t do all the things that need to be done.”
“Which things?” The bear asked.
“First you have to dig a pit, roll out the wicker rope, drive the stakes, then pour the pitch into the pit and light a fire on top.”
“Hum, what’s the use of doing all this!” The bear thought to himself, “But I can do it all with a little more effort.” So he did it at once.
After the bear had finished everything, the fox tied it firmly to the stake at the edge of the pit with a wicker rope, and then set the pitch in the pit on fire. When the fire came up, the fox jumped on the bear’s back and started biting the wicker rope that tied the bear. The silly bear thought the fox was busy painting its back. He said, “It’s hot, it’s hot, old boy!” The fox said, “I expected it, you can’t stand such a little pain? Even a little bird can endure such a little pain.”
“Yes, yes.” The bear shouted. However, its fur is almost burnt. By this time, the fox had bitten off all the wicker ropes tied to the bear, and it pushed the bear into the fire with a strong bump. The fox himself jumped and fled into the woods. He hid in the woods until the fire went out, then returned to the pit with a pocket, picked the burnt bones into the pocket, and carried the pocket away.
Halfway there, the fox came across another Labrador who was driving a sled. The fox shook his pocket, and the bones in it rattled. When the Labrador heard it, he muttered, “Isn’t that the sound of silver and gold?”
“What are you carrying?” He asked the fox.
“A little of my parents’ inheritance.” The fox replied, “Let’s make a deal, shall we?”
“Sure, but first you have to show me the money you’re going to pay me.”
“That won’t do.” The fox said, “Because this is my inheritance from my parents, if you give me two deer pulling the sled – look, one two-year-old here and one three-year-old there, I will give you this pocket with all its contents.”
Upon hearing this, the Laperan agreed. He took the pocket, and the fox got the deer. Then the fox said, “Remember, you have to run a long way out – yes, at least over five or six mountains – before you can open the pocket to see, and if you look inside before then, all the gold and silver will immediately turn into a pile of burnt bones.”
After that, the Labradoran took the pocket, the fox took the deer, each drove their own way. The Labradoran was so curious about the pocketful of belongings he had just exchanged that he could not resist opening it before he had crossed five or six hills. He looked into the pocket, it was all burnt bones. Only then did he realize that the fox had tricked him. He hurriedly put on his snowshoes and chased after him. The fox slang also immediately noticed that he had caught up with him, and shouted: “Broken horizontally, broken horizontally that pair of shoes!”
Suddenly, the snowshoe of the Labradoran really broke in the middle. However, he still refused to give up the chase. He mounted the deer again and continued to chase the fox, who again shouted, “Break it across, break the deer’s leg across!” The deer’s leg was immediately broken in the middle. Only then did the Laperan stop chasing.
Now, the fox could safely go to the place where it often dined. When it arrived there, it invited its friends who had helped to slaughter the deer, and called all the fierce carnivorous animals: bears, wolves, wolverines, ferrets, rats, white foxes, pythons and belly snakes, and shrimp toads. Each guest began to kill the deer in his own way. The bear attacked the jawbone of the deer and left a mark there, which is still called the “bear arrow”; the wolf bit the hind leg of the deer and left an arrow-like mark there, which is called the “wolf arrow”; the wolverine bit the back of the neck and left a “badger arrow” on the neck of the deer. When the wolverine bites the back of the neck, an arrow mark is left on the neck of the deer; the ferret rushes to the throat of the deer and leaves another arrow mark on the lower part of the throat. The mouse rushed to the hoof crevice of the deer, where people can still see the traces of the famous “mouse arrow”; the belly snake rushed to the anus of the deer, which is called “belly snake arrow”; the white fox rushed to the root of the deer’s ear, revealing a small piece of ear bone at the back of the ear, which is called “white fox arrow”; the white fox arrow is called “white fox arrow”; the white fox arrow is called “white fox arrow”. “The snake rushes to the intestinal fat, leaving the mark of “snake arrow” between the fat layer and the large intestine; the toad rushes to the heart fat, leaving a small cartilage between the heart and the heart fat from then on, called ” Toad’s arrow”, and they used these methods to kill the deer. Then the fox said, “Now, I’ll go up to the creek and rinse the filth out of the deer’s stomach.” He dragged the deer to the river behind a big rock. Suddenly, it screamed and immediately moaned, as if it had been caught by someone and was about to be killed. Those ferocious animals heard the poor hissing sound, each scared to run east and west, fleeing for their lives. Only the ferret and the mouse did not run. The fox then ate all the meat alone.
The fox was just about to start cooking when the Labradoran, who had been deceived by it, arrived. “What are you doing here again?” The Labradoran asked, “Why did you deceive me and sell me the burnt bones? And why did you go so far as to slaughter both deer?” At that moment, the fox said in a pitiful voice: “My dear brother! Don’t think that I was there, but my friends did it, and they killed the deer.” At that moment, the Labradorans spotted the ferret and the mouse. They were burrowing among the rocks, with their mouths covered with grease. He grabbed the hanging hook from the fire with the hot pan on it and struck it at the ferret, but only hit the tip of its tail, breaking it. The mouse, however, was hit by him with a burning block of wood, and the hair all over his body was burnt and became black and scorched.
The fox quickly took the opportunity to escape into the forest. It came to a river, where a man was repairing a small boat. The fox immediately shouted, “I think I have a boat that needs to be repaired!” The man asked, “Oh! You dare to talk nonsense again, see I throw you into the river!”
“I think I have a repairable boat, too!” The fox said again. The man grabbed the fox and threw it into the river. But the fox swam up to an island. There it shouted: “Come here, fish, ferry me to the other side!”
The fish all swam over, and the leader was a pike. “No,” said the fox, “I can’t sit on your low back.” Then came another codfish. Again the fox said, “No, I’m not sitting on your slimy skin.” The perch swam by. “No, I won’t sit on your seven high and eight low back.” The mountain speckled trout also swam by, and the fox shouted, “You’re here too? But you don’t fit either.” Finally the speckled trout swam in. “Nuan, that’s fine.” The fox thought to himself, “It might be okay to go with you. But you still have to swim a little closer so I can climb on your back and not get my feet wet.” When the speckled trout swam up to him, the fox grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the shore. Then he lit another fire and put it on the fork. As the fire flashed, the skin of the trout began to crackle and pop. The fox thought to himself, “Ahhhh, someone else is coming!” Originally, he thought it was probably the sound of someone’s foot on a dead branch. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the speckled trout he was roasting and shouted, “No, that’s my little fish crackling! Could it be trying to escape?” He grabbed a stone and threw it at the speckled trout, and the grease in the fish was splashed into his eyes, and the fox could not see anything at once. It slunk away almost blind.
Not far away, it came upon a birch tree and asked, “Do you have an extra pair of eyes?”
“No,” replied the birch tree, “I don’t have any extra eyes.” The fox went back to the pine tree and tried to borrow a pair of eyes from it. But the pine tree did not have any extra eyes either. Finally, he found the goat and asked, “Do you have a pair of extra eyes?” The goat replied, “Yes, I have a pair of extra eyes. However, I can’t lend them to you for a long time, you can only borrow them for a short time.”
“I don’t need to borrow them for a long time,” said the fox, “I have a pair of eyes hidden behind the hillock.”
So the fox borrowed the eyes. It put on the eyes and ran, shouting, “These goat eyes will have to stay with me forever for generations.”
In this way, the goat only got a pair of burnt eyes in exchange. He was so angry that he hit the fox hard, but unfortunately he only hit the tip of his tail. Since then, the fox tail tip left a white color. However, what does this matter to the fox?