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The Donkey’s Tale
There is a poem written about me. Which is strange when you think about it. It is not what you would expect. For I have no voice, I cannot speak. Even when I make a sound, others make fun of me.
Consider this: I am no-one of any importance. I am just a donkey; an ass in fact. I am just a beast of burden. But on that special day, I walked as proud and sure footed as any thoroughbred.
When the man came and asked for a colt and a donkey my master didn’t hesitate. He said yes straight away. I stood and waited as I always did. I assumed I would be used to carry the baggage. That’s what I usually did. That’s what an ass is for. Why would this time be any different? The man led me away with the colt beside me. It was no big deal. We were used to each other, the colt and me. The colt would be the one who would be ridden. He knew just as I knew, that I would be laden with the baggage.
So off we went. It would be just another day, like any other. I never thought of what might lay ahead. Why would I? Why would this time be any different? I already knew what I would be doing, how hard I would have to work. Mine was a hard life, always working, carrying loads to heavy for any animal to bear, but that’s what I did. So you can guess my surprise when cloaks were laid on my back. I wondered what it was all about. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. The look of astonishment on the colt’s face was all that I felt. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Coats on a donkey? But they lay the coats on me as well as him nonetheless.
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