A horse soldier took the
utmost pains with his charger. As long as the
war lasted, he looked upon him as his fellow-helper
in all emergencies and fed him carefully with hay
and corn. But when the war was over, he only
allowed him chaff to eat and made him carry heavy
loads of wood, subjecting him to much slavish drudgery
and ill-treatment. War was again proclaimed,
however, and when the trumpet summoned him to his
standard, the Soldier put on his charger its military
trappings, and mounted, being clad in his heavy coat
of mail. The Horse fell down straightway under
the weight, no longer equal to the burden, and said
to his master, “You must now go to the war on
foot, for you have transformed me from a Horse into
an Ass; and how can you expect that I can again turn
in a moment from an Ass to a Horse?’
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