A fox runs through the forest. meet her monkey.
Lisa, where are you going?
We have introduced a new progressive tax and excise taxes on fur. I am afraid that my last skin will be removed.
The monkey, hearing this, begins to run away! Even the fox overcame.
The fox shouts in her back:
A monkey, what are you afraid of?
A monkey running around:
I don’t know the rules in our forest. It starts with the head!