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A fox once told a wolf of the strength of man: no animal could withstand him, and they had to use cunning to keep themselves safe from him. The wolf replied, "If only I could see a man just once, I would attack him all the same." "I can help you there," said the fox. "Come to me tomorrow morning, and I will show you one." The wolf arrived bright and early, and the fox led him out to the road the huntsman took every day. First an old soldier came along, long since discharged from service. "Is that a man?" asked the wolf. "No," answered the fox, "he used to be one." Next came a little boy on his way to school. "Is that a man?" "No, he has yet to become one." At last the huntsman appeared, with his double-barrelled gun on his back and his hunting knife at his side. The fox said to the wolf, "Look, there comes a man. He is the one you must attack, while I make off to my den." So the wolf went for the man. When the huntsman caught sight of him, he said, "What a pity I haven't loaded a bullet," then took aim and fired a load of shot into the wolf's face. The wolf grimaced terribly, but would not be frightened off and kept coming. Then the huntsman fired the second barrel at him. The wolf gritted his teeth against the pain and closed in on the huntsman, who drew his gleaming hunting knife and slashed at him to left and right, until the wolf ran howling back to the fox, bleeding all over. "Well, Brother Wolf," said the fox, "how did you fare with the man?" "Oh," answered the wolf, "I never imagined a man's strength would be like that. First he took a stick off his shoulder and blew into it, and something flew into my face that tickled most dreadfully. Then he puffed into the stick again, and it flew about my nose like lightning and hail. And when I got quite close, he pulled a gleaming rib out of his body and struck me with it so fiercely that I very nearly lay there dead." "Now you see what a braggart you are," said the fox. "You throw your axe so far that you cannot fetch it back."