When they reached the top of a high mountain, the fox said, "There is no need to divide it between us, only one of us must eat it.
The wolf asked, "Who?"Then the fox said ,"The oldest one.But how old are you?"
The wolf wanted to lie to the fox so that he could eat the bucketful of butter.So he said .
"When I was little the Great Mountain was only small mound of earth.The Great ocean was just a puddle."The fox began to cry when he heard the wolf's words.
The wolf thought to himself,"Oh!Poor sensitive creature!It doesn't matter whether you cry or not.But now the butter will be mine!
"And he asked the fox,"Why are you crying?"
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