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In the distant valley of silver leaves, a fox lived. She loved to brag about a large fluffy gate of her snow -white wool, passing through the streets, or, for example, interfering in large groups of animals, with the same purpose to show off.

Once crossing the road stopped the fox to admire the mirror, thinking that green is burning at the traffic light. A cyclist was traveling nearby, accidentally touched the fox, and the way he jumps. From fright, the neck was bald.

Since then, the fox always looks at the signal of the traffic light and does not flaunt before all that is not.