A poor sheep owner only had one sheep. When it was time to shear the sheep for its fleece, the owner took it upon herself to collect the wool. However, she was unskilled with the shears and cut it’s skin during the chore. The sheep, crying in pain, said: “What good is my blood to your wool? If you want gore there is a butcher. Otherwise, take me to a shearer who has taken the time to hone their skills.”