A BALD KNIGHT, who wore a wig, went out to hunt. A sudden puff
of wind blew off his hat and wig, at which a loud laugh rang
forth from his companions. He pulled up his horse, and with
great glee joined in the joke by saying, “What a marvel it is
that hairs which are not mine should fly from me, when they have
forsaken even the man on whose head they grew.”