Once upon a time there were a Red fox and Husky Dog who kept a creaky-cracky house together. And the Red Fox would hunt in the forest every morrow and bring catch home whilst the Husky Dog stayed home and procured vegan parcels from a certain untertaking “Fresh Salutations™”.

And it happened that once the Red Fox was out gathering fruits in the woods, and hunting in the lake and caught a Flatfish. “What a lucky day! This Flatfish shall make a lickery meal!”, thought the Red Fox. But the Flatfish begged:

“Dear Red Fox, I beg thou lettst me go. If thou dost so, I shall pray a certain prayer for thee so thou mayest prosper today in thy hunting and gathering nonetheless.”

And the Red Fox was astound for never had he seen a Flatfish speak, let alone it beg for life. And the Flatfish was let go. And the Red Fox caught a lot of fish that day and also found a few morels for it was May and they were in season.

And the Red Fox came home and told the Husky Dog all what happened. And the Husky Dog reproached:

“Thou fool! Thou hadst instead asked a wish from this Flatfish for it is certainly an angel of God in flesh or another spirit of good faith.”

“But what could I ask of it? I would not make it worth angry at me.”

“Ask to make us human. For they have hands with thumbs, and they can use iPhones and other such contraptions.”

And the Red Fox was not confident but went forth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Dear Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be human, so that we have hands, and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, thou shalt worth human.”

And when the Red Fox crossed the forest he noticed he was human and came into the house and the Husky Dog was human too. And they had hands and iPhones and other such contraptions.

And one week passed and the Husky Dog was not content with being human.

“Fare back to the Flatfish. Ask that we be softwaredevelopers, for they can write playthings into their iPhones.”

And the Red Fox was not confident but went forth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Deat Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be softwaredeveloper, so that we write playthings, and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, thou shalt worth softwaredeveloper.”

And when the Red Fox crossed the forest he noticed he was softwaredeveloper and came into the house and the Husky Dog was softwaredeveloper too. And they had Heatherberry-brand computers and an in-house espressomaker.

And one week passed and the Husky Dog was not content with being softwaredeveloper.

“Fare back to the Flatfish. Ask that we be CEOs, for they can have others write playthings into their iPhones.”

And the Red Fox complained: “but CEO can only be one and I would not be CEO.”

“Then I shall be CEO!”, answered the Husky Dog.

And the Red Fox was not confident but went forth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Dear Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be CEO, so that others write playthings for us, and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, the Husky Dog shall worth CEO.”

And when the Red Fox crossed the forest he noticed the Husky Dog was now CEO, and had some code monkeys writing playthings for them.

One week passed and the Husky Dog was not content with being CEO.

“Fare back to the Flatfish. Ask that we be noodleshopowners, for they can have others make fatty broths and caustic noodles for them.”

And the Red Fox complained: “but a shop can only have one owner and there is already one and I would not be noodleshopowner.”

“Then I shall be the owner!”, answered the Husky Dog.

And the Red Fox was not confident but went forth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Dear Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be CEO, so that others make fatty broths and and caustic noodles for them, and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, the Husky Dog shall worth noodleshopowner”.

And when the Red Fox crossed the forest he noticed the Husky Dog was noodleshopowner, and had four dishes on the menu and special toppings according to the yearstide.

One week passed and the Husky Dog was not content with being noodleshopowner.

“Fare back to the Flatfish. Ask that we be Federal Chancellors, for they can collect tax and procure both iPhone playthings and noodle soups.”

And the Red Fox complained: “but Federal Chancellor can only be one and there is already one in the land and I would not be Federal Chancellor.”

“Then I shall be Federal Chancellor!”, answered the Husky Dog.

And the Red Fox was not confident but went froth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Dear Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be Federal Chancellor, so to collect tax and procure both iPhone playthings and noodle soups, and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, the Husky Dog shall worth Federal Chancellor”.

And when the Red Fox crossed the forest he noticed the Husky Dog was Federal Chancellor, and collected taxes and procured both iPhone playthings and noodle soups, and orchestrated grand political coalitions.”

One week passed and the Husky Dog was not content with being Federal Chancellor.

“Fare back to the Flatfish. Ask that we be Popes, since first and foremost they have the favour of God, and they can bless rosaries with their autograph to sell.”

And the Red Fox complained: “but Pope can only be one and there is already a Pope in the world and I would not be Pope.”

“Then I shall be Pope!”, answered the Husky Dog.

And the Red Fox was not confident but went froth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Dear Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be Pope, so to collect tax and have the favour of God and to bless and sell autographed rosaries, and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, the Husky Dog shall worth Pope”.

And when the Red Fox crossed the forest he noticed the Husky Dog was Pope, and had the favour of God and autographed rosaries and sold them.

One week passed and the Husky Dog was not content with being Pope. And the Husky Dog thought and pondered and wondered and did not know how to sate the greed. Until one day the Husky Dog found the only thing that was left to be sated:

“Fare back to the Flatfish. Ask that we be God, so to know all and be everywhere and may everything, and we shall spread tickles of infinite love upon every wort in the ground and every fish in the sea and every fowl in the sky.”

And the Red Fox complained: “but God can only be one and there is already a God in the universe and I would not be God.”

“then I shall be God!”, answered the Husky Dog.

And the Red Fox was not confident but went froth for he wished to please the Husky Dog. And when he arrived at the lake again, he prayed:

“Dear Flatfish. Please come to me, I pray.”

And the Flatfish swam up and and stold the fraign: “what stirs thee, Red Fox, that thou camest to me again?”. And the Red Fox answered:

“My Husky Dog would be God–so to know all and be everywhere and may everything, and to spread tickles of infinite love upon every wort and every fish and every fowl–and cannot be talked out of it.”

“Go back.”, said the Flatfish. “When thou crosst the forest, the Husky Dog will be walking again on fours and shall listen forever to your will. And never shall you ever have another wish given.”

And the Red Fox walked back to the creaky-craky house where the Husky Dog listened forever to his will, and they lived decent and hardworking and merry lives forever.