The Man and the Weasel

169. THE MAN AND THE WEASEL. A man had caught a weasel, and was just going to kill it. The poor creature, to escape death, cried out in a pitiful manner, “O pray do not kill me, for I am useful to you, and keep your house clear from mice.”
“Why truly,” says the man, “if I thought you did it purely out of love to me, I should not only inclined to pardon you, but think myself mightily obliged to you: but whereas you not only kill them, but yourself do the same mischief they would do, in eating and gnawing my victuals. I desire you would place your insignificant services to some other account and not to mine.”
Having said this he took the wicked vermin, and strangled it immediately. [more info]

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