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A FRIEND'S BURDEN

   
There once lived a farmer, who could understand what animals said to each other, he does linger in the farmyard 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 labour pulling the plough from the morning, until night. NO matter how hot the day or how tired my legs, still must I work but you are a creature of leisure, you are trapped with a colourful blanket and do nothing more than carrying our master about where he wishes to go. When he goes nowhere you do rest and eat the green grasses all the day."
    Now the ass, in spite of his vicious heels, was a goodly fellow and sympathized with the ox. My good friend, he replied, "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 plough, 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 the next morning the slave returned to the farmer and told him the ox was sick and could not pull the plough. Then said the farmer, "hitch the ass to the plough for the ploughing must go on."
     All that day the ass, who had only intended to help his friend, found himself compelled to do the ox's task. when night came and he was released from the plough, his heart was bitter and his legs were weary and his neck was sore.
     The farmer lingered in the barnyard to listen. The ox spoke first."You are a good friend, because of your wise advice I have enjoyed a day of rest."  And I, retorted the ass, "am like many another simple-hearted one who starts to help a friend and ends up by doing his task for him. From now on, you draw your own plough, for I did hear the master tell the slave to send for the butcher if you get sick again. I wish he would for you are a lazy fellow." Thereafter they spoke to each other no more
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