A vixen who was taking her babies out for an airing one balmymorning, came across a lioness, with her cub1 in arms. "Why suchairs, haughty2 dame3, over one solitary4 cub?" Sneered5 the vixen. "Lookat my healthy and numerous litter here, and imagine, if you areable, how a proud mother should feel." The lioness gave her asquelching look, and lifting up her nose, walked away, sayingcalmly, "Yes, just look at that beautiful collection. what are they?foxes! I've only one, but remember, that one is a lion." 
Quality is better than quantity. 