Prevod

(A book that is bad in itself does not cease to be so because it contains the odd good thing.) A certain Wolf, speaking to a certain Shepherd, said: "My friend, I do not know why you have always regarded me with hatred and horror. You think me wicked; upon my word, I am not. "My skin—what warmth it gives in winter! 5 It cures a thousand human ailments and more; and it has this virtue too: no flea or other vile insect can bite through it. "I would not trade my claws for a badger’s, so potent are they against the evil eye. 10 My teeth, you know how useful they are, and how many people I have restored to health with my fat." The Shepherd replied: "Wicked beast! Heaven curse you, curse you, amen! After you have had your fill of doing so much harm, 15 what does it matter if you can do a little good?" To the devil, I say, with all the Wolf-books abroad today.