AN Ass, laden with choice
provision of
several sorts, was on his way to the filed.
His master and the reapers
were at work
there, and the provision that
he carried was
for the entertainment of man
and beast.
Seeing a large, strong
thistle by the road-
side, he stopped to eat
it. "Many people
would wonder," thought he, "that, with such
dainty food upon my back,
I should have
appetite for the despised thistle;
but to me
the bitter, prickly weed has
a more savory
relish than anything else in
the world. Let
other choose what they will, but give
me a
fine, juicy thistle like this, and I will be con-
tent."
Every one to his taste. It is
wisely ordered
that what one rejects should be the choice of
another.
A wise man has said that a weed is a plant
that people have not yet found out the use
of.
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