The Horse and the Ass
The
Horse and the Ass
A Horse and an Ass were
travelling together, the Horse prancing along in its fine trappings, the Ass
carrying with difficulty the heavy weight in its panniers. “I wish I were you,”
sighed the Ass, “nothing to do and well fed, and all that fine harness upon
you.” Next day, however, there was a great battle, and the Horse was wounded to
death in the final charge of the day. His friend, the Ass, happened to pass by
shortly afterwards and found him on the point of death. “I was wrong,” said the
Ass. “Better humble security than gilded danger.”
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