They tell me this fable:

That the fox, in a meander of the Duratón River, downstream from the town of Sepúlveda, Segovia, in the territory of the Ermita de (hermitage of) San Frutos, begged the eagle to take it to a wedding that was held at the Cavalry Barracks in the Paseo de La Quinta, in Burgos capital, between a donkey and a horse, to which Egyptian vultures, royal eagles, and peregrine falcons were invited; bearded vultures, Bonelli’s eagles, and black storks.

The eagle put it under its wings and, arriving close to a vulture colony, which had formed in Moradillo de Roa, Burgos, where a family of vultures was feasting on the remains of a dead donkey, dropped it, leaving it so damaged and regretful of the fall, that it said this:

“If I escape from this and don’t die, I don’t want any more weddings at the Cavalry Barracks on Paseo de la Quinta. An ant pie I don’t care; like the one found in the Cueva (Cave of) de San Valentín de la Ermita, with inscriptions like these:

“’Bishop Quesada jerks off in the apse of the church, incubating his only egg; for he only has one.’

“‘King Alfonso Sexto has a tail.’

“‘Fortunio, abbot of Silos, has a period like women.’

“‘In this cave, San Frutos, an anchorite from Segovia, was herniated while having sex in a hurry with la Despeñada (the Steep), called Engracia, a woman thrown off the cliff by the Duratón by her husband, miraculously saved by the saint.'”