That woodcutter had a son, beautiful, of few months, and a fox, its friend, that he treated as bug of esteem and of his total trust.
Everyday the woodcutter will work and he left the fox taking care of his son.
All of the nights, when returning of the work, the fox was happy with his arrival. The woodcutter's neighbors alerted that the fox was a bug, a wild animal and, therefore it was not reliable.
When she was hungry, it would eat the child.
The woodcutter, always replying with the neighbors, he spoke that was a great nonsense.
The fox was his friend and she would never make that.
The neighbors insisted:
Woodcutter opens the eyes! The fox will eat his son.
When it feels hunger!
One day, the woodcutter, very exhausted of the work and very tired of those comments, when arriving home he saw the fox smiling as always and its mouth totally bloody......
The woodcutter sweated cold and without thinking twice it got right the axe in the head of the fox....
When entering in the room, desperate, he found his son in the cradle sleeping calmly; beside the cradle, a dead snake...
The woodcutter buried the axe and the together Fox.
If you trust in somebody, it doesn't import what the others think to respect about him, always follow your road and don't yourself let to influence; but, mainly never it makes precipitate decisions on your friend, why is he more than a brother..