The Wolf and the Sheep
A wolf that had been left for dead by the dogs lay not far from a running brook. He felt that one good drink might save his life. Just then a sheep passed near.
“Pray, sister,” said he very gently, but with a sinister twinkle of his eye teeth, “bring me some water from yon stream.”
“Certainly,” said the sheep, and she brought him a glass in which she had poured a few knock-out drops. As she sat on his corpse a little later she moralized in this manner: “Some clever people are wicked, but all wicked people are not clever by a d——d sight.”