A fox was boasting to a cat of its clever devices for escapingits enemies. "I have a whole bag of tricks," He said, "Whichcontains a hundred ways of escaping my enemies." "I have only one," Said the cat; "But I can generally managewith that." Just at that moment they heard the cry of a pack ofhounds coming towards them, and the cat immediately scampered1 up atree and hid herself in the boughs2. "This is my plan," Said thecat. "What are you going to do?" The fox thought first of oneway, then of another, and while he was debating the hounds camenearer and nearer, and at last the fox in his confusion was caughtup by the hounds and soon killed by the huntsmen. Miss puss, whohad been looking on, said: 
Better one safe way than a hundred on which you cannot reckon. 