A WAR Horse, ready for battle, with his splendid saddle and jingling
bridle, came galloping swiftly along the highroad, his hoofs sounding
like thunder on the hard ground.
A poor old Mule, 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 Mule 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.
Since he had not been trained to the work, it came hard to him, and he
complained bitterly.
The Mule, meeting him soon after, knew him and called out: “Aha! is it
you? I thought pride would have a fall some day.”