There was once a blind man who had so fine a sense of touch that, when any animal was put into his hands, he could tell what it was merely by the feel of it. One day the cub of a wolf was put into his hands, and he was asked what it was. He felt it for some time, and then said, «Indeed, I am not sure whether it is a wolf's cub or a fox's: but this I know — it would never do to trust it in a sheepfold.»
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