The Sensible Ass

073. THE SENSIBLE ASS. An old fellow was feeding an ass in a fine green meadow; and being alarmed with the sudden approach of the enemy, was impatient with the ass to put himself forward, and fly with all the speed that he was able.
The ass asked him, whether or no he thought the enemy would clap two pair of panniers upon his back?
The man said, “No, there was no fear of that.”
“Why then,” says the ass, “I’ll not stir an inch; for what is it to me who my master is, since I shall but carry my panniers as usual.” [more info]

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