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A CERTAIN poor widow had one solitary1 Sheep. At shearing3 time, wishing to take his fleece and to avoid expense, she sheared4 him herself, but used the shears5 so unskillfully that with the fleece she sheared the flesh. The Sheep, writhing6 with pain, said, "Why do you hurt me so, Mistress? What weight can my blood add to the wool? If you want my flesh, there is the butcher, who will kill me in an instant; but if you want my fleece and wool, there is the shearer7, who will shear2 and not hurt me." The least outlay8 is not always the greatest gain. 点击收听单词发音
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