Every Sunday, the Fox loved nothing better to do than going to the meadow and meeting the other animals for a game of football. He was an excellent tailback -- shifty and quick -- and much admired for his running skill. But the acclaim went to his head. "Make me the quarterback," said the Fox. "I am crafty. My running will enhance the position. If I cannot play quarterback, I will not play at all!" His teammates grumbled, but the very next Sunday the Fox took his new position. On the first play from scrimmage, he fumbled and barely managed to pounce on the ball. He returned to the huddle. "Go long," he said to the Deer. "I will hit you down the sideline." The Deer ran like the wind, but the fox was confused by the unfamiliar defensive coverage. Before he could throw the ball, he was tackled for a ten-yard loss. The Fox stood in shotgun formation for third down. No sooner had the ball touched his paws than he was smothered by the blitzing Moose. Facing fourth and twenty-five, the saddened Fox trotted off the field. The Beaver came on to punt.
Moral: It takes experience as well as talent to succeed.
