“Good,” said the father ” Son, you see There’s room enough for you and me Get up behind.”-Once more the son Bestrode the beast, and journey’d on.Īgain they sped again they met A party not contented yet: Said they, “Have pity on your beast. “Come,” said they, “Your legs are longer than your son’s Suppose you let him ride for once.” Once more they sped them on their way, And met a party.
“True,” said the father “Son, get down: I’ll ride, and you shall walk to town.” The son dismounted honest Ned, And let his father ride instead. “You lazy boy!” at once they cried, Why don’t you let your father ride?” Scarce had he mounted, when, behold, Two women next began to scold. “Right,” said the farmer, “Son, arise, And take our worthy friend’s advice.” The duteous son obey’d with haste, And soon bestrode th’unwilling beast. “Well,” said a man, whom soon they met, “I ne’er beheld such nonsense yet! Why should ye walk? why don’t ye ride? Pray what’s a donkey for beside?” If you try to please all, you please none.ĪN honest farmer and his son Were driving once an ass to town But, wishing not to tire the brute, They would not ride but walk’d on foot. By trying to please everybody, he had pleased nobody, and lost his Ass besides.
The poor Miller now set out sadly for home. The Ass did not dislike being carried, but so many people came up to point at him and laugh and shout, that he began to kick and bray, and then, just as they were crossing a bridge, the ropes that held him gave way, and down he tumbled into the river. A great crowd of people ran out to get a closer look at the strange sight. The Miller and his Son quickly scrambled down, and a short time later, the market place was thrown into an uproar as the two came along carrying the Donkey slung from a pole. “They must be on their way to sell the poor thing’s hide,” said another. “What a crime,” cried one, “to load up a poor dumb beast like that! They look more able to carry the poor creature, than he to carry them.” They had no sooner started out again than a loud shout went up from another company of people on the road.
The Miller felt a bit vexed, but to be agreeable he told the Boy to climb up behind him. “Perched on the Ass, while that poor boy has to walk.” “Look at the old fool,” exclaimed one of them.
Though the Miller was not tired, he made the boy get down and climbed up himself to ride, just to please the Merchants.Īt the next turnstile they overtook some women carrying market baskets loaded with vegetables and other things to sell. “Respect old age, young man! Get down, and let the old man ride.” They had gone a little farther along the road, when three merchants passed by. The Miller did not like to be laughed at, so he told his son to climb up and ride. The most stupid of the three is not the one you would expect it to be.” “What foolishness,” cried one, “to walk when they might as well ride. As they walked along the highway some travelers laughed loudly at them. They drove him very slowly, for they thought they would have a better chance to sell him if they kept him in good condition. One day, a long time ago, an old Miller and his Son were on their way to market with an Ass which they hoped to sell.
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