<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</SPAN></span></p>
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<h2><SPAN name="THE_DONKEY_ON_WHEELS" id="THE_DONKEY_ON_WHEELS"></SPAN>THE DONKEY ON WHEELS.</h2>
<p>There was once a poor little donkey on wheels.
It had never wagged its tail, or tossed its head,
or said, "Hee-haw!" or tasted a tender thistle. It
always went about, anywhere that anyone pulled
it, on four wooden wheels, carrying a foolish knight,
who wore a large cocked hat and a long cloak,
because he had no legs. Now, a man who has no
legs, and rides a donkey on wheels, has little cause
for pride; but the knight was haughty, and seldom
remembered his circumstances. So the donkey
suffered sorely, and in many ways.</p>
<p>One day the donkey and the knight were on the
table in front of the child to whom they both
belonged. She was cutting out a little doll's frock
with a large pair of scissors.</p>
<p>"Mistress," said the knight, "this donkey tries
my temper. Will you give me some spurs?"</p>
<p>"Oh, no, sir knight," the child answered. "You
would hurt the poor donkey; besides, you have no
heels to put them on."</p>
<p>"Cruel knight!" exclaimed the donkey. "Make
him get off, dear mistress; I will carry him no
longer."</p>
<p>"Let him stay," said the child, gently; "he has
no legs, and cannot walk."<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Then why did he want spurs?"</p>
<p>"Just the way of the world, dear donkey; just
the way of the world."</p>
<p>"Ah!" sighed the donkey, "some ways are very
trying, especially the world's;" and then it said
no more, but thought of the fields it would never
see, and the thistles it would never taste.</p>
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