A MULE had had a long rest
and much good feeding. He was
feeling very vigorous indeed, and
pranced around loftily, holding
his head high.
"My father certainly was a
full-blooded racer," he said. "I
can feel that distinctly."
Next day he was put into
harness again and that evening
he was very downhearted indeed.
"I was mistaken," he said.
"My father was an Ass after all."
Be sure of your pedigree before you boast of it.