In a quiet forest, a fox would visit a still pond each morning.
The water was clear, and in it, he could see the world around him—the trees, the sky, and the other animals who came to drink. Everything appeared as it truly was, and the fox felt at peace.
One day, he began throwing small stones into the pond, just to watch the ripples. At first, it was harmless. But soon, the water became disturbed. The reflections twisted and bent. The fox looked at his own reflection and frowned.
“Something is wrong,” he thought. “Everything looks strange.”
The other animals came to drink, but the fox saw them as distorted shapes. He grew frustrated and began to avoid them, believing they had changed.
An old turtle, who lived near the pond, watched quietly. “The water is not the problem,” the turtle said. “You have disturbed what was once still.”
The fox paused. Slowly, he stopped throwing stones. He waited. As time passed, the water grew calm again. The reflections returned to normal, clear and true.
The fox looked around. The forest had never changed. Only the water through which he saw it had.