There was once a blind man who had so fine a sense of touch that, 

when any animal was put into his hands, he could tell what it was merely by 

the feel of it. One day the cub of a wolf was put into his hands, and he was asked

 what it was. He felt it for some time, and then said, "Indeed, I am not sure whether it is a wolf"s cub or a fox"s:

 but this I know -- it would never do to trust it in a sheepfold."