The Dog, the Cock, and the Fox

　　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 steadily1 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 place."

　　"I will easily arrange that for you," said the Dog; "come with

　　me to my master and you shall share my work."

　　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

　　Dog."

　　Better starve free than be a fat slave.