092. THE MULE. A mule, which was well fed and worked little, grew fat and wanton, and frisked about very notably. “And why should not I run as well as the best of them?” says he, “It is well known I had a horse for my father, and a very good racer he was.”
Soon after this, his master took him out, and being upon urgent business, whipped and spurred the mule to make it put forward; who, beginning to tire upon the road, changed his note, and said to himself, “Ah! Where is the horse's blood you boasted of but now? I am sorry to say it, friend, but indeed your worthy sire was an ass, and not a horse.” [more info]
Soon after this, his master took him out, and being upon urgent business, whipped and spurred the mule to make it put forward; who, beginning to tire upon the road, changed his note, and said to himself, “Ah! Where is the horse's blood you boasted of but now? I am sorry to say it, friend, but indeed your worthy sire was an ass, and not a horse.” [more info]
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