A Mule had had a long rest and much good feeding. He was feeling
very vigorous indeed, and pranced around loftily, holding his
head high.
"My father certainly was a full-blooded racer," he said. "I can
feel that distinctly."
Next day he was put into harness again and that evening he was
very downhearted indeed.
"I was mistaken," he said. "My father was an Ass after all."
_Be sure of your pedigree before you boast of it._