Then he fastened a torch to every pair of tails.

My feet rejoice like the wagging tail of a dog waiting for its walk. My feet know they are safe.

And if you ever hear a bear moaning, it is probably because he remembers the trick Fox played on him long ago and he is mourning for his lost tail.

But the arrow did the bird no harm; only it dropped a golden feather from its tail, and then flew away.

My body gets to be only about a foot long (about 30 centimeters), but my bushy tail might make me look a lot bigger!