"Are there hunters on that planet?"
"No."
"Ah, that is interesting! Are there chickens?"
"No."
"Nothing is perfect," sighed the fox.
But he came back to his idea.
"My life is very monotonous," the fox said.
"I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike.
And, in consequence, I am a little bored.
But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life.