A mole, in pursuing certain geological researches, came upon the
buried carcase of a mule, and was about to tunnel him.
"Slow down, my good friend," said the deceased. "Push your mining
operations in a less sacrilegious direction. Respect the dead, as you
hope for death!"
"You have that about you," said the gnome, "that must make your grave
respected in a certain sense, for at least such a period as your
immortal part may require for perfect exhalation. The immunity I
accord is not conceded to your sanctity, but extorted by your scent.
The sepulchres of moles only are sacred."
To moles, the body of a lifeless mule
A dead mule's carcase is, and nothing more.