Then it was Donkey's turn.
“Your brothers, Long Ears, walk across a wide field, where the grass is up to their bellies, eat thistles and lavender, roar and kick merrily, and no one scolds them for it!” And you are toiling here with firewood! - said the Jackal.
Donkey became depressed at such speeches and sighed sadly. At night, just before dawn, he dreamed that he was walking in a wide field with his friends and they were biting each other’s shoulders with strong teeth. And as soon as the Donkey woke up, his forced life seemed to him as bitter as wormwood. He went to Leo and said:
- King of beasts, let me go, I’m tired of serving you! The Lion tried to reason with him, but it was a futile effort, because the Donkey’s stubbornness is known! Then the Lion struck him down with a blow of his paw and shouted:
- Hey, Jackal, bury this idiot!
The jackal dragged the dead Donkey into a ravine and slowly feasted on its meat for several days. When he returned. Leo asked angrily:
- Tell me, Jackal, are you planning to kill me with thirst?
And the Jackal really stopped bringing fresh water to the Lion.
“O king of beasts,” he justified himself, “what monster did you order me to bury!” Before you have time to bury the front leg, the back one comes out, and as soon as you bury the back leg, the front one is already sticking out of the ground.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru