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There was once a cobbler who kept a white weasel, which caught one of the mice in his house every day. One day she accidentally tumbled into the basin in which he kept the liquid he used to blacken leather, and barely managed to climb out, dyed black all over. The mice therefore thought that perhaps she would no longer care to eat meat, now that she had put on a monk’s habit. So they ventured fearlessly out into the room, sniffing here and there for something to eat. But when she came upon this great gathering of prey, much as she wished to catch them all at once, she could not; she did, however, seize two and feast on them. All the others fled, wondering as they ran how she had grown more savage since putting on a monk’s habit.