A Mule, frolicsome from lack of work and from too much corn,
galloped about in a very extravagant manner, and said to
himself: "My father surely was a high-mettled racer, and I am
his own child in speed and spirit." On the next day, being
driven a long journey, and feeling very wearied, he exclaimed
in a disconsolate tone: "I must have made a mistake; my
father, after all, could have been only an ass."
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)