In a lush forest, there stood a massive tree where a crow made its home. Beneath the tree, in a burrow, lived a fox. One day, a crow perched on a branch to rest, clutching a piece of meat in its beak, which was spotted by the fox below. The fox's mouth watered, and it desperately wanted the meat. However, because the crow held the meat in its beak high on a branch, the fox had no way to reach it from the ground. Driven by its intense craving, the fox refused to give up. It thought for a moment and called out, "Brother Crow, have you eaten yet?" The crow did not respond. Seeing no reaction, the fox assumed a solemn expression and said, "Brother Crow, rumors say you've lost your job—is that true?" The crow shot the fox a glance but remained silent.
The fox stretched its neck upward and continued, "Brother Crow, I personally saw your wife flirting with an old crow all day long. Did you know about this?" The crow's eyes widened with anger, yet it still kept its beak tightly shut. Undeterred, the fox wagged its tail and said with a flattering smile, "Brother Crow, have you seen the news lately? They say some pork these days is injected with water or raised with additives. Think about it—children are at a critical stage of growth, and eating such meat constantly could certainly affect their development. Of course, this is just my little suggestion; believe it or not, it's up to you. Personally, I believe it." As soon as the fox finished speaking, the crow, feeling a sense of urgency, dropped the meat. The fox, secretly delighted, quickly snatched the meat and scurried back into its burrow.