A gaunt Wolf was almost dead with
hunger when he happened to meet a
House-dog who was passing by.
"Ah, Cousin," said the Dog.
"I knew how it would be; your
irregular life will soon be the ruin
of you. Why do you not work steadily
as I do, and get your food regularly
given to you?"
"I would have no objection," said
the Wolf, "if I could only get a
"I will easily arrange that for
you," said the Dog; "come with
me to my master and you shall share
So the Wolf and the Dog went towards
the town together. On the way there
the Wolf noticed that the hair on a
certain part of the Dog's neck was
very much worn away, so he asked him
how that had come about.
"Oh, it is nothing," said the
Dog. "That is only the place
where the collar is put on at night
to keep me chained up; it chafes a
bit, but one soon gets used to it."
"Is that all?" said the Wolf.
"Then good-bye to you, Master