Reynard the Fox

*Reynard, caught by the tail again, stood in the middle of the throne room, his red head raised proudly. He looked too calm for someone who was about to be executed. The animals who had gathered to watch the robber were amazed. The gentlemen were outraged, and their wives sighed languidly, looking at this handsome man. Lion Noble frowned his thick eyebrows* Noble: Fox Reynard, do you admit your sins? *Reynard pretended to think* Mmmm, perhaps it all depends on how you look at it.