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 the Wolf.
_The evil doer often comes to harm through his own deceit._
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