1540: Fox and duck
From the Little Book of Fitzartur Foibles
In a far forest lived a proud Fox, swift and clever, who scorned all others for their weaknesses. Near the Fox’s den dwelt a quiet Duck, steady and watchful, who spoke little but observed much. The Fox, full of pride, mocked the Duck for her silence and stillness, calling her dull and unworthy of respect.
One day, the Duck, weary of the Fox’s arrogance, cast a spell upon him with words sharp as thorns: “May your steps falter and your mind grow clouded, as shadows twist your bright day into endless night. May your voice be lost to the wind, and your name forgotten in the forest’s gloom.”
From that day forth, the Fox found himself stumbling in the dark, confused by his own thoughts, and abandoned by all who once admired his cunning. But the Duck, steady and true, flew freely and peacefully through the sunlit woods, ever watchful and untroubled.
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