He belongs to a baker. His master went into a restaurant to deliver
some pies. I was sitting at a window opposite. He stayed so long in
the place that I thought he had forgotten his faithful beast.
After a while he came out carrying a great mug full of foaming beer.
There were two other men with him. All their faces were red, and they
walked unsteadily, and they were laughing loud, and shouting. Then the
baker went up to his beautiful horse, and offered him the beer to
drink.
Do you suppose he took it? No, indeed! He gave it one sniff from his
smooth, brown nostrils. Then he turned his head away with a jerk so
sudden that he knocked the glass, beer and all, upon the pavement. He
looked at his master as if to say, "Don't insult me again in that way,
sir!"
So his bad master had to pay for both the beer and the glass.
Wise old horse, he was not afraid to give his opinion of beer.