The shadow of the moon is enchanting, and the leaves of the locust tree are rustling, like a whisper echoing in my ears. Are you ready tonight?
The fox stood on the windowsill. Looking at his back, I asked: Fox, how old are you?
Gee, can vixen's age be revealed casually?
But you are a man.
A man's age is also a secret, especially a charming one like me. This is my animal year.
Foxes also have their zodiac year? What do you belong to?
Fox.
Are you seeking death, old monster?
Monsters never die, Fatty.