You don't get it, do you?
There was a fox that was singularly unfortunate and got into a fight with a pack of dogs. They mauled him and bit off his tail before he managed to bite his way out and escape. After a few days in hiding, the throbbing in his hinder parts eased, the scabs healed and he felt normal again. He came out of hiding and went hunting.
As soon as the other foxes saw him, they doubled over laughing."Look, look at his butt end!" they howled in delight, and held their sides.
The fox drew himself up to his full height and assumed a lofty expression.
"You peasants know I've come back from a long stay abroad," he said.
"No, we don't. What's that got to do with that red stump that you're wiggling at us?" they said, guffawing at him.
"Nobody there has tails any more. It's the fashionable thing to do with upper class foxes. If you knew anything, you would get rid of those ugly, hairy bits too," he said very grandly.
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If I don't know English, why should these others know English?