Foxland. Alexey Rybalko

disappeared once in search of gold and then told everything to Magpie. And Magpie’s that gossip, do not tell her too much.

      “Mm, the black sheep is coming,” Elk said to his wife, Elk Cow, nodding toward the passing Fox.

      “Uncle Elk, why did you call him a black sheep?” a small baby gopher asked the Elk.

      “Yes, why? He’s not a sheep, and he can not bleat at all”, his friend Little Mouse added.

      “And quite re-e-ed,” they added in chorus.

      “The black sheep are called those animals that are not like everyone else. They are strange and odd. By themselves. Like this Fox, for example.”

      “Ah-ah, I see,” answered the little gopher”. – Little Mouse, let’s run, and we’ll see where the black sheep will go!

      “Black sheep! Black sheep!” – Little Gopher and Little Mouse fled in the distance, teasing Fox, but seeing that he did not react to their jokes, they gradually left him.

      “Truly, he’s strange. He doesn’t even being teased,” said Little Mouse, “it’s better to play on the lawn”.

      Meanwhile, Fox was walking through the forest thicket. And the farther into the depths he advanced, the thicker the forest was and the darker. Oh, creepy, man! Brr! Even the sky is not visible beyond the treetops. No ray of the sun can break through here, it’s gloomily. Although the day is clear and the sun shines brightly. As if you fell in an unknown world of terrible tales.

      Finally Fox managed to get to the clumsy oak.

      “A-ah! The black sheep came! Caw!” Gray-haired Crow seemed to be waiting for him, “Well, get up to me, tell me what you came with! Har-har-har!” The Crow laughed in a senile voice.