The Widow and the Sheep

There was a certain widow who had an only sheep and, wishing to make the most of his wool, she sheared him so closely that she cut his skin as well as his fleece.

The sheep, smarting under this treatment, cried out: "Why do you torture me thus? What will my blood add to the weight of the wool? If you want my flesh, dame, send for the butcher, who will put me out of my misery at once. If you want fleece, send for the shearer, who will clip my wool without drawing my blood."