One of my mother’s dinnerside stories:
Once there was a poor villager, and he could find no work in his village and he was growing increasingly desperate. Day after day, he could happen upon nothing to do that would earn him any decent income. Eventually, he decided to go off to the city, sure that he would find some work there amidst the hustle and bustle on the city streets.
On the way there he was passing through a forest when he came upon a fox that was resting near a tree, but something appeared wrong. Upon closer observation he saw that the fox was crippled due to some injury on her hind legs. But she seemed to be in good health otherwise – not emaciated or suffering from any lack of nourishment. He further saw that the injury seemed quite old but she was clearly still suffering from its effects. He began to wonder how the fox stayed alive, healthy, and managed to find something to eat if she was so crippled. He decided to hide behind a tree to observe, and so intending he settled down behind a large tree and observed intently.
Not long after the foliage and underbrush began to stir as if something heavy was lumbering on through and soon a lion came into view, dragging the fresh carcass of a goat between its jaws. It settled down in a clearing in the forest and began to enjoy its lunch. When it had eaten its fill, it arose while licking its lips and paws and then sauntered off, leaving the remains out in the open.