I, the farmer, sold the sheep half way up the road, he, the butcher, took the sheep the rest of the way up the road. I, the farmer, turn, and walk all the way home, to tend to chickens and bridal cattle. And he, the butcher, walked away, new sheep in hand for dinner to play. And the hungry wolf came and slaughtered the sheep. So is I, the farmer, at fault to blame, if the butcher walks with dead sheep, and wolf a grey runs with bloody jaws a stain.