The cunning one was defeated by attentiveness.

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At the very edge of the forest, where the spruces were already thinning out and turning into young birches, there lived a little bunny. His name was Stepko. He had a gray coat, a black spot on his right ear, and very, very attentive eyes. When the other bunnies were scurrying around in the grass, Stepko would often sit on a stump and just look. At a butterfly. At a falling pine cone. At the shadow of a cloud running across the field. He liked to see things as they are.

And on the other side of the same forest lived a Fox. A cunning Fox. He had a red coat, black boots on his paws and a sweet, sweet voice - like a drop of honey. The Fox loved to sneak up on the bunnies and invent a new story every time.

That morning, young, juicy carrots were growing in the field. The bunnies brought them to themselves - they dug them up carefully, piled them up, and shared them fairly. Styopka had a whole little hill of carrots, arranged in a pyramid, like in fairy tales about vegetables.

The fox crept up from behind the elderberry bush. He sniffed the air - it smelled of carrots, morning dew and some fresh bread that Grandma Hare was baking somewhere in the hole.

The fox came out of the bush. His smile was so wide that all thirty-two teeth gleamed.

"Oh, how beautiful you are, Stepochka!" sang the Fox in a sweet voice. "What a straight tail you have! What shiny ears! I haven't seen such a beautiful bunny for a long time.".

Stepko held a carrot in his paws. He wasn't scared. He wasn't happy. He just looked at the Fox.

"Listen, my friend," continued the Fox, "do me a favor. I met your bunny friends from the forest here. They are hungry. They are so hungry they are crying. Give me the carrots. I will give them to them. You are a good bunny, I see.".

The other bunnies playing nearby became alert at these words. One little one, Kuzka, almost ran to get a carrot for his friends. The other, Brovko, had already held out his own.

And Stepko — no.

Stepko put his carrot on the ground. He sat down more comfortably. And looked at Lys.

He watched for a long time. Quietly. Without anger. Without fear. He just watched — the way he watched the clouds, the pine cones, the butterflies. Attentively and calmly.

The fox waited. Then he waited some more. The smile on his face began to slowly creep. He tried to turn it back—he raised the corners of his mouth. But Stepko was still looking.

The fox began to worry. He shifted from paw to paw. He licked his nose. He turned red all the way to his ears.

“What… why are you looking at me like that?” he finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

Stepko was in no hurry.

"I see you," he said softly. Just three words.

The fox blinked.

"What do you mean, 'do you see?' I'm right here in front of you. Of course you see.".

"I see you," Stepko repeated, just as softly. "Everything. Not just the red coat. Not just the sweet voice. I see you sneaking up from behind the elderberry. I see you licking your lips when you looked at my carrot. I see that you're not running away from hungry bunnies. I just see.".

The fox was embarrassed. He wasn't used to being solved. He was used to the bunnies believing. That they would run up with a carrot, a cabbage leaf, and a smile. And this little one was sitting like an old grandfather, looking at him as if he were reading him like a book.

The fox looked away. Then back. Then back at Styopka. His tail slowly lowered.

"Well... I..." he muttered. "I guess I'll go. I need to go... to another forest urgently." Yes. Goodbye, kid.".

And the Fox turned around. He took a few steps. He looked back. He saw that Stepko was still looking. And he ran faster - until only a red streak flashed behind the trees.

Kuzka and Brovko approached Styopko. They were silent, staring with wide eyes at the stump where the Fox had just stood.

"Stepko," Kuzka finally whispered. "How come you weren't afraid?"

Stepko gave him his carrot.

"I didn't fight him," he said quietly. "I didn't argue. I was just there. Paying attention. And when you're there, the deception loses its power. Because the deception loves us to run somewhere, to rush, to hurry to believe. And when we stop and just watch, it doesn't know what to do with it.".

The bunnies thought. It sounded wise.

From that day on, Stepko taught all the foresters: when a cunning one approaches, don't run, don't argue, don't be afraid. Sit comfortably. Look carefully. And, if you want, say softly: "I see you.".

The fox was still coming. He tried with the bunny Brovko. Brovko sat on a stump, took a deep breath and watched as Stepko taught.

"I see you," said Brovko.

The fox blushed. And, without finishing the tale about hungry relatives, he ran back.

They say that since then, cunning stories have not taken root in that forest. Because there lives a bunny who taught everyone to look carefully — and to be just here, in his little gray fur coat. Calm. Present. Immovable, like a stump under an old pine tree.