The Mule
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A Mule, frolicsome from want of work and from overmuch corn, galloped about in a very extravagant manner, and said to himself: “My father surely was a high-mettled racer, and I am his own child in speed and spirit.” On the next day, being driven a long journey, and feeling very weary, he exclaimed in a disconsolate tone: “I must have made a mistake; my father, after all, could have been only an ass.”