_Apples_ and _Horse-Turds_.
Upon a very great Fall of Rain, the Current carried Away a Huge Heap of
_Apples_, together with a Dunghill that lay in the Water-Course. They
Floated a good while together like Brethren and Companions; and as they
went thus Dancing down in the Stream, the _Horse-Turds_ would be every
foot crying out still, Alack a day! _How We Apples Swim!_