[Cards] Sickle of Cunning (Patreon)

Tarry, said Rabbit to Fox, what business have you here?

Truth, said Fox, I merely call.

Call on who, with vicious fangs?

You wound me, friend, notice you that first?

Truth, but no. It would be your rough claws.

I know you lie, my claws are away. True, what notice you first?

Pardon, said Rabbit, abashed. Your marvelous tail, its hue, its shine. What did you to make it so entrancing?

I was born to it, to bring forgetfulness that a thing so fine is second to tooth and claw.

But the Rabbit heard not the answer, for he had borne final witness to fox's words.