Once there lived a mule on a farm. His master was a gentle person and hardly made his work.
The mule of pulm due to eating too much corn. He was playful and happily jolted around the farm due to lack of work. One day the mule was galloping around the farm merrily, he said to himself, 'O look at me ! I am surely son of some high-mettled racer. My father would be happy to see. He will be proud that this son keeps up spirit and speed he had'.
Next day the master came to take the mule. He patted the mule and said, 'I have feed you well for we are about to start a long journey across forests and deserts. I will takes months until we reach our destination. Keep your strength and spirit for the journey'.
The journey began, and at the end of day the mule was very weary. He cried disconsolately saying, 'I am not a mule. It was my mistake to grace myself falsely as a mule. I am sure that I was born to a beast of burden (ass) and I continue to take forward that hereditary trend'.
Moral: Every truth hold two sides.
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