A War Horse, all ready
for battle, with
his splendid saddle and
jingling bridle,
came galloping along the
road, his hoofs
sounding like thunder on the hard
ground.
A poor old Ass, with
a heavy load on his
back, was going slowly down the same road.
"Out of my way," said the War Horse, "or
I will trample you in the dust!"
The poor Ass made room
for him as fast
as he could, and the Horse went proudly
on
his way.
Not long after this the
Horse was shot in
the eye; and, as he was no longer fit for the
army, his fine saddle and bridle were taken
off, and he was sold to a farmer who
made
him drag heavy loads.
The Ass, meeting him soon after, knew him,
and called out. "Aha! Is it
you? I thought
pride would have a fall some day."
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