Good father,” cried he, “I will shear sheep, but not wolves!
Rise and shear—this flock of mine have too much wool on them.
When the moon rises, I will call the flock you have to shear.
If you do not stop your impertinence, I will shear off your ears like cloth clippings!
The boys would say they kept sheep to shear them and get the wool.
Sterne might have reflected that ...