It is said that when wolves meditate an attack upon the wild
horses of the Mexican plains they are very subtle in their
maneuvers. First, two wolves come out of the woods and begin to
play together like two kittens. They gambol about each other and
run backward and forward. Then the herd of horses raise their
frightened heads in readiness for a stampede. But the wolves
seem to be so playful that the horses, after watching them a
while, forget their fears and continue to graze, at perfect ease
in their eating. Then the wolves, in their play, come nearer and
nearer, while other wolves slowly and stealthily creep after
them. Then suddenly the enemies encircle the herd, and with one
lunge the doomed horses are in the pitiless grasp of the wily
foe. They desperately fight a losing battle as the fierce brutes
sink their fangs in the horses’ throats.
In a similar way evil companions seek to lay a snare for those whom
they would entrap.
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