There was an old widow who had a sheep. Wishing to make the most of his wool she shaved him so closely that she cut his skin with the fleece. The sheep did not like this at all and cried out: "Why do you treat me like this? If you want my fleece send for the butcher who will put me out of my misery at once and if it is only my fleece that you want send for the shearer who will clip my wool without shedding my blood! For what good will it do to scar my skin so that it will remain bare?"