𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮

      A large forest with fir trees, not far from a city. In this very forest, an English-speaking American hunter is walking. He was dressed all in blue jeans, a black T-shirt with a white inscription “SShA is more important!”. He crept through the forest with a gun in his hands. A red squirrel immediately ran past him, which he immediately noticed and wanted to shoot. Fortunately, he restrained himself in time and almost shot the baby. He shushed her, put his index finger to his lips and said: — Hush, squirrool! I loog for lital beyar. Is to be located somewhere hire. In this foruast. — he said some words, sometimes in Russian, sometimes in English, because he did not know some words in Russian well. Then he laughed sarcastically, like a fool. He crept even further and suddenly saw a cave in one hill. He thinks that there might be a bear hiding there that he wants to shoot. The hunter was very happy. — Is is the real lair of Beyar himself. For the sake of this, animala i move to Russia to see and kill real beyar. — he said to himself and crept towards the den very slowly. He stuck his head inside the den and began to look around inside and call to the bear himself: — Hey yo-o-ou! Lital beyar! The American hunter did not even notice that a tall and thin gray anthropomorphic wolf with a large and black nose had sneaked up behind him. The tail was small and hooked, like a dog's. The eyes were emerald blue, the ears were large and long, like a rabbit's, the cheeks were round and symmetrical, sticking out between the lips and the head. The muzzle and nose were elongated, like Pinocchio's. The legs were shaped like duck feet, covered with fur with three claws on each, and the hands had six fingers and one claw on each finger. The entire wolf was covered in gray fur, while the belly, abs, and chest areas were covered in light blue fur. The cunning wolf decided to misbehave a little and mock the hunter. He stood still, raised his right leg, stretched it back, swung it, spun it around and hit the hunter in the butt with all his might, so that he jumped and hit his head on the stone ceiling inside the den, and then fell. The wolf, covering his mouth with his right palm, chuckled at him, and then turned and ran away. The hunter at this time pulled his head out of the den, rubbed his bruised head and looked around. He saw a thin wolf running away from him on his hind legs. — Ah you stoopit wool'f! Now I’ll panch you. — he said, took out a gun, took aim and started shooting. Fortunately, at that moment the wolf managed to turn off the path and ran to the right. At the moment of the shot, the bullet hit a tree. The hunter raised his right fist in anger. — Dam! I em missed! At this time, the wolf was still running in panic and taking a breath from fear as he walked, afraid of getting hit by a bullet. After running along the path, he came to another den in the wall of a stone wall on a hill with a ledge. He ran inside and hid there. Suddenly a man's voice was heard: — What's happened? Who's that there? — asks the voice. He takes out a candle and lights it when he sees the wolf. — Mardi? What are you doing here? The one who addressed the wolf was a fox. It was an anthropomorphic fox wearing glasses with round lenses and small ears, and its muzzle was longer than that of a wolf. It was all covered with red hair, except for the white at the tip of the tail, and on the arms and legs, starting from the knees and elbows, the hair was black and without claws. He was also thin, but he was a couple of centimeters shorter than the wolf. — Rufus, please don’t give me away! Here comes the hunter! — Hunter? — The fox's eyes bulged, and the lenses in his glasses burst. He took out a certain bottle from under his tail and put a couple of drops of it on his glasses, making two new lenses. Then he whispered in my ear: — Are we finished dead? — I don’t know, but this hunter is stupid. — Why do you say that? — Because he came from America. — answered Mardi. — From America?... From this Garbage Bin? — Rufus almost laughed. — Well, let's make fun of this dumbass together? — What if he shoots one of us? — the wolf was worried. — Don't be afraid! — the fox waved his hand. — Everyone in Russia knows that all Americans are stupid. He'll probably miss a couple of times and won't kill any of us. Having decided that, they shook hands. The hunter himself tracked them down in that cave and stuck his gun inside. — Ket out in to the forest, lital woolf! I know your hiding there. — he says into the den. — You will not get it! — said the wolf and the fox at the same time. The hunter opened fire, but missed, because without going inside, he did not see where he was shooting. The wolf and fox at that moment moved away from the gun sight. However, with their groans they pretended that they had been shot, as if they had been wounded and deliberately fell to the floor, pretending to be dead. The hunter stuck his head inside and saw both animals as corpses and grinned. He imagined that when he returned to his home in the USA, he would sit in his small house in the village, in a hot desert without water, next to a warm fireplace on a rocking chair and would pleasantly admire the stuffed heads of these very foxes and wolves. And he will hand over their headless bodies to a factory so that they can make him a fur coat from fox skin and a carpet from wolf skin. Then he will live at home with a fox skin around his neck and with a warm wolf rug on which he will lay his feet. Having finished dreaming, he extended his right hand first to the bespectacled fox. He woke up abruptly and bit him painfully on the arm, clinging to him like a rabid dog. The hunter immediately screamed in pain, jumped up and hit his head on the ceiling, after which he lost consciousness and fell. The wolf and fox took advantage of this and ran away through the exit into the forest. They ran away as fast as they could run. By the way, Mardi the wolf ran faster than Rufus the fox.

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      Waking up after the first failure, the American decided not to chase the wolf and fox, who had so successfully outwitted him, but instead decided to simply lure them to him so that they would come to him. With his hand bandaged after being bitten by a fox, he takes bear traps and places them throughout the forest. And then he takes a book with the inscription “Rashan dictionary for stoopid Americoos. Broken tongue." After reading it, he coughs quietly to the side and begins to try to pretend to be a Russian girl, although he speaks with a terrible accent in fake Russian, like all Americans: — Ou, goodezhi? Goodezhi moo'i priakrooasniy siriy vooalk, kooatoriye mi'ne simapatichaniy i poamozhit mi'ne. Yea parekoorasneaya vooalchesa, kooatcaroy niamnoaka saplooatilas. The fox and the wolf couldn't even listen to it. They hid behind the trees and watched him. — Well, he’s a fool, is he? — Mardi asked, pointing his finger at the hunter. — Agree! This is why we think all Americans are stupid. They cannot pronounce words correctly in Russian and speak some kind of rubbish that even we do not understand. — Rufus confirmed. — Does he think that we will give in to him so easily and come out to meet him? Can't wait! — the wolf answers to himself and takes out a sheep costume, which he puts on himself. Then he runs out skipping and making sounds familiar to sheep. — Bae! Bae! Bae! — he says. The American took out a gun and took aim at the wolf in sheep's clothing. However, thinking that it was a real sheep, he took a liking to it. — O! Coote s'heeap. Where did you came from? — he asks the wolf in sheep's clothing and approaches her, forgetting that he has set traps around. He accidentally stepped on one of them and it grabbed him. Fortunately, this trap, unlike the others, was rusty and old. Its sharp teeth fell apart. However, the hunter himself still fell and screamed no longer in pain, but in fear. Fortunately, his leg was not hurt, but it was not comfortable, because the trap was still pressing on him. Using both hands, he took off the broken trap and put it away. — I died id his wey on purpoze! — he said and went to the sheep. She began to gallop far away from here. — Stap et, s'heeap! Where are you going? — said the hunter, stretching out his hands forward and followed the sheep, wanting to stroke it. While Mardi distracted the hunter with himself, Rufus at this time crept to the traps themselves, carefully took each of them by the edges, like disks, and dragged them to another place, arranging them differently. At that time, a wolf in sheep's clothing galloped up to a large oak tree. Stopping there, he waited for the hunter to come very close to him. The American just extended his hand to stroke the sheep, when suddenly the wolf took off his sheep's skin and put it on the hunter's head. Then he jumped, grabbed a branch with his hands and spun on it like an acrobat in a circus. Whirling around, he suddenly stretched out his legs and pushed the hunter with one blow. Then he flew out, fell on the hunter’s stomach and ran off to himself. The hunter stood up and ran after the wolf, shouting: — CAME BAECK CKOOIKLY WOOL'F!!! Mardi deliberately stepped on the mud and began to leave footprints while running away. He ran as fast as he could and broke away, and the hunter saw the tracks of the Wolf on the ground and slowly followed them. — You cenet hide from mi! The wolf ran straight to the bear's den. Stopping near the entrance, he took fifteen steps back in his own footsteps, and then jumped high and grabbed a tree branch, climbed onto it and hid. The hunter at that time followed the tracks and came straight into a trap, for they led him to the bear’s den and he thought that the wolf was hiding there. When he entered and heard snoring, he took out his guns and fired upward, intimidating him. — Hey, lital wool'f! You goot ceught! — he boldly declared, but suddenly he heard the roar of an angry bear. He stood up, growled and decided to tear the hunter to pieces for waking him up. The American was frightened by the Russian animal and ran away, and the bear ran after him. — A! What the heck? Oh! OH!!! LITAL BEYAR, STAP ET, STAP ET!!! A-A-A!!! LITAL BEYAR, STOP, STOP, STOOP!!! While running away along the road, he accidentally dropped his gun. The stupid bear stopped and decided to sniff the gun that the hunter had dropped. The American himself at that time ran to himself and ran to another palyan, where the fox had already set his traps differently. The hunter stepped on one of these and yelped in pain: — A-AHA!!! HIHA-A-A-A!!! WHAT THE DEVIL??? — he shouted and jumped on one intact leg, and then another trap grabbed that leg. — HE-E-E-ECK!!! He fell to the ground and began to jerk his legs in pain. Trying to get up, he extended his hands and also touched two more traps with his hands. This made the American want to scream even stronger and louder, when suddenly the fox and the wolf placed a large iron anvil over his head. The pain when his head collided with a hard and iron object was so strong that the hunter began to cower and grunt through his teeth, and also wheeze with his mouth slightly open, because the pain in his arms and legs from the traps made itself felt. Then he fell face down on the grass, and the fox managed to slip the fifth trap under his head with his tail, from which the hunter screamed so heart-rendingly in pain that all the trees around him began to twitch, and the birds and crows scattered in all directions.

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      An American hunter decided to lure a wolf and a fox onto a large leg of roasted turkey. He knew that all predators, like wolves and foxes, love meat. He took the fishing rod, tied the meat to the end of the hook and threw it forward. He began to wait for the wolf and fox to take his bait and come towards him. Then he will jump out with his gun and shoot him. His arms, legs and head were in casts from those traps. Mardy and Rufus were hiding in the bushes at that time and laughing at what a fool this hunter was. Rufus took out one of the traps that that same American had left for them, and sneaked up behind the hunter, because here he does not suspect them. The hunter stood up from the stone, scratched his butt and prepared to sit down again. At that time the fox slipped him the same trap on the stone. As the hunter sat down on a rock, the trap sprang and grabbed him by the butt. The hunter screamed in pain and jumped up screaming, letting go of the fishing rod. He flew headfirst into a hollow log that stuck out from above on the edge of a cliff near the rock. After which the log fell to the ground, and the hunter’s head got stuck. He himself, without the opportunity to get out of there, continues to scream heart-rendingly and jerk his arms and legs from the pain in his ass because of the very trap that was tightly holding on to his butt. Mardy and Rufus stood aside, pointed at him and laughed at his muffled screams from the log with pain from his own trap.

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      Already with his butt bandaged, the hunter with a gun and the agony of anger on his face drove the wolf into a dead end. There was nowhere to run, because there was a rock in the way. The hunter stood in the way and took aim at the wolf. — Fainali! Now I vil kill you for ol your monckery of mi, Jomer Fagulag himself. — Jomer Fagulag himself threatened, finally introducing himself by name and surname. The wolf laughed when he heard his first and last name, forgetting about his fear of death and the fact that he was about to be shot. The hunter widened his eyes and did not understand what he was laughing at. — Sorry! Your first and last name is a little strange, that’s why it’s funny to me. — Mardi explained. — Whatever! — the hunter waved him off and raised his gun, preparing to kill the wild dog. The wolf quickly came up with a trick and said: — Don’t you think this is a violation of Russian laws? — he asked the American and the latter widened his eyes, not understanding what he was talking about. — Didn’t you know that now is not the wolf hunting season? — Is noud it zo? — Jomer asked. — No. No. Therefore, if you shoot me outside the wolf hunting season, you will be sent to prison. You don't want to go to jail, do you? — Nou. I donet want! — the American got scared and hid his gun behind his back. — E. Lital wool'f, tell mi, vat is ze hunt season noeu? — he asked the wolf. — Now is the season... Um... — he thought for a long time about what lie to make up and quickly found an animal to blame for the hunt. — On foxes. Yes, it's hunting season of the foxes. — OH YOU TRAITOR!!! — Rufus shouted at him, came out with his shoulders raised and his fists down and stood menacingly in front of the wolf's face. — DID YOU FORGET THAT WE TRIED TOGETHER TO TEACH THIS STUPID AMERICAN A LESSON SO THAT HE WOULD NOT TOUCH US BOTH??? YOU WANTED ME TO SET UP WITH HIM TO SHOOT ME??? YES??? — Adjusting his glasses, he turned to the American. — Mister good hunter, don’t listen to this stupid wolf! He's clearly lying to you. It's hunting season of the wolves. — Oh, you traitor! — Mardi was indignant and also looked sternly at the bespectacled man. — You were the first to blame everything on me! So I say it's wolf season! — Rufus stated sternly, looking at Mardi. — No, it's season of the foxes! — the wolf hissed at the fox through his teeth. So they began to look threateningly at each other and argue, and the hunter just stood aside, looked questioningly at each of them and did not understand what hunting season it really was and which of them could be shot and which could not? — Season of the wolves! — Season of the foxes! — No, wolves! — No, foxes! — No, season of the wolves! — No, season of the foxes! — SEASON OF THE WOLVES!!! — the bespectacled man could not stand it and shouted. The wolf immediately followed him and shouted: — SEASON OF THE FOXES!!! — SEASON OF THE WOLVES!!! — SEASON OF THE FOXES!!! — SEASON OF THE WOLVES!!! — I SAID SEASON OF THE WOLVES!!! - Mardy shouted, specifically calling wolves instead of foxes, hoping to confuse the fox so that he would blame himself. — I SAID SEASON OF THE FO...— he stopped on this word in time and looked sarcastically at the wolf, twirling his index finger. — Look how cunning you are! Do you think I'll just fall for this stupid cliché and convince a hunter to shoot me? You will not get it! I said season of the wolves, that means season of the wolves, period! — I didn’t even try. — Mardi lied. — Well, yes, so I believed you. — Rufus smiled incredulously. — Uh. Gooays! — the hunter turned to both of them. — You yourself are blue, rude, I love women! — the fox snapped. — Just wait there and don’t disturb us! — the wolf waved his hand at the American. Then he turns to the fox and says: — By the way, I was driven into a corner and tried to save my skin so that he wouldn’t kill me. — A! So you only think about yourself? That is, when you are on the verge of death, it’s bad, but when you put your close friends in danger, then it’s good? Yes? Did you mean this? — the fox was even more indignant. — What do you think I could tell him? — I could have offered him a bear hunting season so he could hunt bears. — Why do we have bears in our forests? Do you think that since we live in Russia, we only have bears here and no other animals? The fox pouted his lip in anger and pointed his finger at him and said: — You are no longer my friend. From now on, Mardi, you are my sworn enemy, as befits wolves and foxes in nature. — So this is how it is? — Mardy growled at Rufus, and then they approached each other, starting to hiss through their teeth and, in the figurative sense of these words, burn each other with their evil glances. — Animals! — the hunter turned to them again. — WHAT??? — the wolf and fox turned simultaneously to the hunter and shouted at him at the same time. — Can I kill at least one of you? — YES!!! — they shouted at the same time and Mardi was the first to take the gun, point it at himself and shout. — THE WOLVES!!! The fox turned red with anger, hissed through his teeth, grabbed Jomer’s gun and, pointing it at himself, shouted: — ON THE FOXES!!! And they again began to argue with each other. Only this time the Wolf spoke about wolves, and the foxes about foxes. — ON THE WOLVES!!! — ON THE FOXES!!! — ON THE WOLVES!!! — ON THE FOXES!!! — ON THE WOLVES!!! — ON THE FOXES!!! — ON THE WOLVES!!! The fox was so angry that when he pointed the gun at himself, he began jumping on the spot, raising his waders and shouting about foxes many times: — ON FOXES, FOXES, FOXES, FOXES, FOXES, FOXES, FOXES!!! I TOLD WHOM FOXE-E-ES!!! — Okay, okay, that's it! You convinced me! On the foxes, so on the foxes! — Mardi resigned himself and did not argue. — Finally! — Rufus was delighted and turned to the hunter. — Do you understand. — Yes. — He nodded his head, pointed the gun at the fox and prepared to shoot. When Rufus's eyes widened, realizing that he had been foolish here and hurried, because the wolf was still able to outwit him, it was already too late. By luck, the bespectacled man managed to duck down and the hunter missed, as he was in no hurry to shoot. The fox gets up and runs away. The hunter then began to run after him. — STOP IT, FOXY!!! CAME HERE!!! The fox himself, running away at this time and dodging spruce bullets that crashed into the trees, showed his left fist behind his back and shouted: — WELL, WOLF, JUST YOU WAIT!!!

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      Wolf Mardi began to hammer papers onto the trees with the inscription “Fox season open”. Moreover, the inscription was not only in English, but also in Russian, “Otkryt sezon ohoty na lisov” and this was done so that the American hunter could read this inscription. The fox himself was hiding in the bushes at that time, saw everything and was very angry with the traitor. — Do you think you're smarter than me, Mardy? Outsmarted me, the fox himself? Me, the animal who is the most cunning of all animals? No, I’m even more cunning than you and I can easily fool you. — he whispered through his teeth, took out a wolf suit and changed into it, zipping it up. Then he ran to look for the American himself, who was just looking for him. They met and the fox, being in front of him, showed himself to be a wolf. — Hi dude. Are you looking for someone? — Yes, wool'f, I looging for a foxy. Aven't you seeno him? — Yes, you are lucky with foxes. After all, now is their season. — But no. — Mardi the wolf himself, who was dressed as a fox, intervened in the conversation. — What makes you think it’s fox hunting season? — It’s just that some smart guy wrote it here. — Rufus pointed his finger at the paper, but when he turned his gaze, his eyes bulged. The inscriptions on the papers that the wolf himself hammered into the trees seemed to have changed. Now it was written there no longer about the fox hunting season, but about the wolf hunting season. This news made the hunter happy and he took aim at the fox in wolf's clothing. — Wait, wait, wait, don’t shoot! I'm not a wolf, I'm a fox. Really, now! I'm taking off this suit. — he said in panic and grabbed the zipper, trying to lower it to take off the suit. However, the zipper did not go down. The fox began to push through his teeth and pull it in every possible way, but the zipper did not go down. He couldn't take off his wolf suit. — GRA-A-A... GRA-A-A-ARGH-H!!! WHY DOESN'T THIS DISGUSTING SUIT REMOVE??? Jomer did not wait for the fox to take off his wolf costume and still began to shoot. — RUFUS!!! — Mardy shouted, scared for his friend, quickly jumped out of his fox costume and pounced on Rufus, knocking him to the ground with him and the bullet flew past. — Missed again! — the hunter was indignant and, taking aim at both wolves, fired. Fortunately, the hunter ran out of ammunition at that moment. — DAMN!!! AMMO END!!! — he shouted to himself, took out a box of spare cartridges from his back pocket and began to reload his gun. While he was fiddling with the gun, the wolf and the fox, leaving the wolf and fox costumes on the ground, ran away and ran together as fast as they could. Finding a rabbit hole on the ground, they dived in and hid, pressing themselves against the earth wall and began to catch their breath. — Mardi?... You... You saved my life? — Yes, forgive me Rufus! I don’t know what came over me when I started hunting you. — Forgive me too. — the bespectacled man apologized and hugged his former enemy. — Let's swear from now on that we will never again expose each other to danger and put all the danger on each other, for the sake of saving our own skins! — Agreed! — Mardy agrees and shakes Rufus’ hand. — Listen, I have another idea on how we can teach this American hunter a lesson! — How? — Come here! — he asked to come closer to him. The fox leaned slightly sideways and the wolf began to whisper his new plan in his ear. The bespectacled man smiled sarcastically at the plan he heard.

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      Jomer, with a gun in his hands, crept through the forest and looked for a fox and a wolf. Sneaking from behind him was Mardi himself, dressed in a dog costume with drooping ears. He followed and sniffed. The hunter turned around and saw him. — O! Hey you lital dog! — he says to the wolf in the dog’s skin and wanted to pet her, when suddenly a bullet flew past him. Luckily she didn't get hit. — Oh! What the hall is das? Rufus the fox himself then came out to the meeting. Only he was dressed in a red skirt, red women's boots, a green checkered T-shirt and yellow hair in Paris with lipstick on his lips. Simply put, the fox dressed up as a woman and also held a gun in his hands. He addressed the hunter in a gentle and high-pitched voice: — Sorry! Forgive me, mister. I thought you were a wild bear and I almost hit you. — E, noo noo. Everithing iz okei. — the American answers, calming the fox, having mistakenly decided that this was a real girl. — My name iz Jomer Fagulag. From what they heard, the fox and the wolf almost gave themselves away, barely containing their laughter. This stupid American really had some stupid first and last names. They calmed down quickly and the fox with glasses also introduced himself. — Nice to meet you. My name is Masha, and this is my faithful dog. Name is Arnold. — the fox lied and patted his friend on the head, and he accepted his friend’s affection in order to play along with the stupidest hunter. — He loves my condensed milk and sausages. — Condensed milk an sausages? I think that all of you Rashans eat and drink only vodka. — Why do you think so? — asks the fox. — You heve it witen in your Rashan language. Here! — the hunter answers and points to an example board with the inscription “Wild wolf berries! The berries are poisonous! Don't tear! Berry picking is prohibited!" Moreover, it was written only in Russian. However, the American did not understand the Russian language and was talking some nonsense out loud, pointing his finger at every Russian word: — Hir! Everithing hir iz witen in Rashan! Vodka, vodka, vodka! Vodka, vodka! Matryoshka, vodka! Vodkam vodka! Balalaika, vodka, vodka! Here the wolf and the fox couldn’t resist how stupid this American is, that he can’t even read Russian properly and is inventing some nonsense about some kind of vodka with swear words and balalaikas, which they have had in Russia for a hundred years no, and not popular, and they laughed loudly at how stupid this hunter was for not understanding that in fact it was written in Russian about not picking wolf berries. The hunter looked at them questioningly and did not understand why they were laughing at him. The fox then calmed down and began to apologize: — Sorry, but you were wrong! It actually says that you shouldn’t pick the berries. There is no vodka or other nonsense there. — You... Serious? — asks the hunter and notices a bush with berries next to the sign. He picked one berry and tasted it. The berry seemed to be tasty. The wolf hit himself on the forehead with his palm from what he saw, knowing in advance what outcome would await him later, after that berry. — Certainly. — Rufus answers. — Maybe you don’t know Russian well. — Nou, say zo! — the American was indignant at such impudence. — It’s creat to know Rashan. I zhust don't anderstand my accent well. — I don’t understand you too well, mister. — the fox made a modest face to show the hunter. At this time, the wolf, pretending that he is sniffing, sneaks up on the hunter from behind and painfully bites him on his still sore and bandaged ass, so that he jumps, grabbing his butt with his hands and shouting: — DA-A-AMB!!! — ARNOLD, YOU UGLY DOG!!! — Rufus did that he shouts and punishes Mardy, and he pretends that he is not offended and does not listen to him, but simply sits on his hind legs and holds his front paws in front of his chest, and also sticks out his tongue and breathes, as befits a dog. — STAP ID!!! — the hunter shouted and looked angrily at the fox, took the gun from him and pointed it at him, and then at the wolf himself. Both animals got scared and raised their hands up. — Okay, wool'f and foxy, I recockniset you. No'oo pray before you die! — What to give? — the wolf didn’t understand. — Don’t give it, but die! You will die! — Jomer explained. — We don’t have a will. Can I give you something else? — the fox asked. — You don’t ned to give me anything. I zaid you're coing to die naoo! — the hunter hissed through his teeth. — Oh, well, you completely confused us. — the wolf grabbed his head and shook it, and the fox did the same and rolled his eyes. The hunter became even more angry and shouted in broken Russian: — EA VHIAM SKAZAT', CHTO VY SEYCHAS BUDETE MIYERTVI-I-I!!! EA-A-ASNO-O-O??? — A! — the fox said, finally understanding. — A! — the wolf did the same. — You couldn’t say it right away like that normally? The hunter clenched his teeth, thinking how stupid these wolves and foxes were compared to him, grabbed his lower eyelids and pulled them so hard out of anger that he almost tore them from his eye sockets. Then he took a large stone from somewhere and, like a crazy person, began to hit himself on the head, thinking that he was now crazy. Then he ran through the forest, began screaming and waving his arms around. Then he jumped onto a tall tree, grabbed a branch and began to shake his lips with his free hand. — Have we driven him completely crazy? — Rufus suggested, pointing his finger at the hunter. — Yeah. — Mardi agreed, took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number “03”. — Hello, ambulance! Come urgently to our big miracle forest! We've got a crazy person in the forest here. He is a stupid American, speaks with an incomprehensible accent, distorting Russian words, and he also behaves like a fool. As soon as he called, the ambulance itself managed to arrive. Two doctors in scrubs with a stretcher ran out of the car, took the hunter, put him on a stretcher, put him in their car and drove off. The wolf and the fox laughed loudly at this story, began to clap each other's hands victoriously, shake hands and hug each other.