why the fork
Please enjoy the narrative, I mean that the story about Fox: One day many years ago, at a time when his mouth was still small and dainty, as in fact it used to be, the fox was out walking and happened to notice a huaychao singing on a hilltop. Fascinated by the bird’s flute-like bill, he said politely, “What a lovely flute, friend Huaychao, and how well you play it! Could you let me try it? I’ll give it back in a moment, I promise.” The bird refused. But the fox was so insistent that at last the huaychao lent him its bill, advising him to sew up his lips except for a tiny opening so that the ‘flute’ would fit just right. Then the fox began to play. He played on and on without stopping. After a while the huaychao asked for its bill back, but still the fox kept on. The bird reminded him, “You promised. Besides, I only use it from time to time; you’re playing it constantly.” But the fox pain no attention and kept right on. Awakened by the sound of the flute, skinks came out of their burr...