Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

One evening a jackass, passing between a village and a hill, looked over the latter and saw the faint light of the rising moon.

“Ho-ho, Master Redface!” said he, “so you are climbing up the other side to point out my long ears to the villagers, are you?  I’ll just meet you at the top, and set my heels into your insolent old lantern.”

So he scrambled painfully up to the crest, and stood outlined against the broad disc of the unconscious luminary, more conspicuously a jackass than ever before.