Chapter 58
A mule had grown fat and wanton from his huge daily rations of corn, and one day, as he was jumping, kicking, and gamboling about the fields, he thought to himself, “My mother must surely have been a thoroughbred racer, and I’m quite as good as she ever was!”
But he was soon exhausted from the galloping and frisking, and all at once he remembered that his sire had been nothing but an ass.
Every truth has two sides. It is best to look at both before we taking a stand.
