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THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THE ASS
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. They
drove him very slowly, for they
thought they would have a better
chance to sell him if they kept
him in good condition. As they
walked along the highway some
travelers laughed loudly at them.
"What foolishness," cried
one, "to walk when they might
as well ride. The most stupid of
the three is not the one you
would expect it to be."
The Miller did not like to be
laughed at, so he told his son to
climb up and ride.
They had gone a little farther
along the road, when three merchants passed by.
"Oho, what have we here?"
they cried. "Respect old age,
young man! Get down, and let
the old man ride."
 Though the Miller was not
tired, he made the boy get down
and climbed up himself to ride,
just to please the Merchants.
At the next turnstile they overtook some women carrying market
baskets loaded with vegetables
and other things to sell.
"Look at the old fool," exclaimed one of them. "Perched
on the Ass, while that poor boy
has to walk."
The Miller felt a bit vexed,
but to be agreeable he told the
Boy to climb up behind him.
They had no sooner started
out again than a loud shout went
up from another company of
people on the road.
"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 must be on their way
to sell the poor thing's hide,"
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. A great
crowd of people ran out to get a
closer look at the strange sight.
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.
The poor Miller now set out
sadly for home. By trying to
please everybody, he had pleased
nobody, and lost his Ass besides.
If you try to please all, you please none.