The fox going through a wood, happened upon a mule, and it had never
seen a mule before.
The fox was greatly afraid, and fled and fleeing happened upon a wolf.
The fox said she had discovered a very strange beast [157], and did not
know its name. The wolf said: let us go and see it. And they came to
it. To the wolf it appeared very strange. The fox asked it its name.
The mule replied: to tell the truth I cannot remember very well, but if
you can read, you will find it written on my back right hoof. The fox
replied: never mind, I cannot read, much as I should like to. The wolf
then took up: leave it to me, for I can read very well indeed. The mule
then showed his right hoof, the cleaving whereof seemed like letters.
The wolf said: I cannot see them very well. The mule answered: come a
little closer, for the letters are very small. The wolf came nearer and
looked closely. The mule then gave him a kick which killed him.
The fox went off saying: not everyone who can read is wise [158].