Why, yes, Mr. Stallone is quite sly. But, is he foxy? No. And, I am both, so enter my ring at your own risk.
You see, the key to me is that I pull all the strings. Maybe it is true and maybe it is false. But, in the end, the grapes always end up on my tongue.
Could you, though, turn me into your ally? Perhaps a bimble for bonding might merit you being the vulpes to my Vulpes.
Neither would you chase a bonnacon nor outwit a well-read, swell-red fox—for the best swing can be, indeed, not opting for besting.
Just as Rocky always restood after he fell, a champion’s wisdom remains simple and sweet: when life is slick, you stick. ; )