The fox and the monkey were travelling through the forest. They had some debates. Who was more aristrocratic?
There was a graveyard nearby. The monkey stopped there. He mourned with a peculiar voice.
The fox asked, “What happens to you? Why are you doing so?”
“Look at, he looked at some graves and told, “They are the graves of my ancestors. Their slaves are also burried there. So I am very depressed.”
Hearing this the fox smiled and said, “You may cry for them but they will not come out of the grave to console you.”