The Wild Boar and the Fox

A wild boar was scraping his tusks on a rock.
SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAPE! He scraped through busily, slowly sharpening his tusks.
A fox was passing by and always wanted to make fun of his neighbours.

He went near the boar and looked left, then he looked right, then he looked up, then he looked down. He looked frightened and then he laughed. He pretended as if he had seen a great enemy.
The boar did not care and just continued with its scraping.
SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAPE! He scraped through busily, slowly sharpening his tusks.

The fox jumped up and then crouched down. He looked frightened and then he laughed. He pretended as if he had seen a great enemy.
The boar did not care and just continued with its scraping.
SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAPE! He scraped through busily, slowly sharpening his tusks.

The fox said, “Why are you sharpening your tusks, my friend. There is no danger nearby.”
The boar replied, “True. True. There may not be any danger now. But whenever there is danger, I will not have any time to sharpen my tusks. My tusks have to be sharp and strong or I will suffer.”

Moral: Preparedness for war is the best guarantee of peace.

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