A certain Wolf could
not get enough to eat because of the watchfulness of the Shepherds. But
one night he found a sheep skin that had been cast aside and forgotten.
The next day, dressed in the skin, the Wolf strolled into the pasture
with the Sheep. Soon a little Lamb was following him about and was
quickly led away to slaughter.
That evening the
Wolf entered the fold with the flock. But it happened that the Shepherd
took a fancy for mutton broth that very evening, and, picking up a
knife, went to the fold. There the first he laid hands on and killed was
evil doer often comes to harm through his own deceit.