The Widow And The Sheep
Aesop Fable: The Widow And The Sheep
A certain poor widow had one solitary Sheep. At shearing
time, wishing to take his fleece and to avoid expense, she
sheared him herself, but used the shears so unskillfully that
with the fleece she sheared the flesh.
The Sheep, writhing
with pain, said, "Why do you hurt me so, Mistress? What
weight can my blood add to the wool? If you want my flesh,
there is the butcher, who will kill me in an instant; but if
you want my fleece and wool, there is the shearer, who will
shear and not hurt me."
The least outlay is not always the greatest gain.
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