The Ass and the Lapdog

A MAN had an Ass, and a Maltese Lapdog, a very great beauty. The

Ass was left in a stable and had plenty of oats and hay to eat,

just as any other Ass would. The Lapdog knew many tricks and was

a great favorite with his master, who often fondled him and

seldom went out to dine without bringing him home some tidbit to

eat. The Ass, on the contrary, had much work to do in grinding

the corn-mill and in carrying wood from the forest or burdens

from the farm. He often lamented his own hard fate and

contrasted it with the luxury and idleness of the Lapdog, till at

last one day he broke his cords and halter, and galloped into his

master's house, kicking up his heels without measure, and

frisking and fawning as well as he could. He next tried to jump

about his master as he had seen the Lapdog do, but he broke the

table and smashed all the dishes upon it to atoms. He then

attempted to lick his master, and jumped upon his back. The

servants, hearing the strange hubbub and perceiving the danger of

their master, quickly relieved him, and drove out the Ass to his

stable with kicks and clubs and cuffs. The Ass, as he returned

to his stall beaten nearly to death, thus lamented: "I have

brought it all on myself! Why could I not have been contented to

labor with my companions, and not wish to be idle all the day

like that useless little Lapdog!"

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