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."