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."