A Horse and an Ass were travelling together, the Horse
prancing along in its fine trappings, the Ass carrying with
difficulty the heavy weight in its panniers. ‘I wish I were
you,’ sighed the Ass; ‘nothing to do and well fed, and all
that fine harness upon you.’ Next day, however, there was
a great battle, and the Horse was wounded to death in the
final charge of the day. His friend, the Ass, happened to
pass by shortly afterwards and found him on the point of
death. ‘I was wrong,’ said the Ass:
Moral Lesson: ‘Better humble security than gilded danger.’
―
Aesop
