The mule, playful from shortage of work and from too plenty of grain,
galloped about in very extravagant manner, and has told to itself: " My father certainly was the is high-courageous racer, and I - its own child in speed and spirit. " Next day, being conducted by a long trip, and feeling very tired, it has exclaimed sad tone: " I, should be, have made a mistake; my father, eventually, probably, was only back. "