tricked away from him. It bringeth a feeling of power and ability to do good. Likewise it bringeth opportunities whereby his very good intentions may bring him into difficulties.
Did’st ever heat of the farmer of Nineveh who could understand the language of animals? I wot not for ’tis not the kind of tale men like thee tell over the bronze caster’s forge. I will tell it to thee for thou shouldst know that to borrowing and loaning there is more than the passing of gold from the hands of one to the hands of another.
This farmer who could understand what the animals said to each other did linger in the farm yard each evening just to listen to their words. One evening he did hear the ox bemoaning to the ass the hardness of his lot. ‘I do labor pulling the plow from morning until night. No matter how hot the day or how tired my legs, or how the bow doth chafe my neck, still must I work. But you are a creature of leisure. You are trapped with a colorful blanket and do nothing more than carry our master about where he wishes to go. When he goes nowhere you do rest and eat the green grass all the day.’
Now the ass, in spite of his vicious heels, was a goodly fellow and sympathized with the ox. ‘My good friend,’ said he, ‘you do work very hard and I would help ease your lot. Therefore, will I tell you how you may have a day of rest. In the morning when the slave comes to fetch you to the plow, lie upon the ground and bellow much that he may say you are sick and cannot work.’
So the ox took the advice of the ass and next morning the slave returned to the farmer and told him the ox was sick and could not pull the plow.
‘Then,’ said the farmer, ‘hitch the ass to the plow for the plowing must go on.’
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