Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

An ass meeting a pair of horses, late one evening, said to them: 

“It is time all honest horses were in bed.  Why are you driving out at this time of day?”

“Ah!” returned they, “if it is so very late, why are you out riding?”

“I never in my life,” retorted the ass angrily, “knew a horse to return a direct answer to a civil question.”

This tale shows that this ass did not know everything.

[The implication that horses do not answer questions seems to have irritated the worthy fabulist.—­TRANSLATOR.]