A Horse, proud of his fine trappings, met an Ass on the highway.
The Ass, being heavily laden, moved slowly out of the way.
"Hardly," said the Horse, "can I resist kicking you with my heels."
The Ass held his peace, and made only a silent appeal to the
justice of the gods. Not long afterwards the Horse, having
become broken-winded, was sent by his owner to the farm.
The Ass, seeing him drawing a dungcart, thus derided him:
"Where, O boaster, are now all thy gay trappings, thou who
are thyself reduced to the condition you so lately treated with
(Translated by George Fyler Townsend, 1814-1900)