In a sunny meadow, there was a Mule. He had been enjoying a long break with lots of food to eat, which made him feel really strong and lively. He walked around, lifting his head high, showing off to all who could see.
"I'm sure my father was a great racing horse," he said proudly. "I can feel it in my bones."
But the next day, the mule was put back to work. He had to pull heavy loads, and it was a tough day for him. By the time evening came, he was not feeling so lively anymore. In fact, he was feeling rather low.
"It seems I was wrong," he admitted. "My father must have been a donkey, after all."
And so, the mule's excitement and belief that he came from a special family of fast horses changed when he had to do hard work.
In a sunlit glade, groovy tunes playing in the background, strutted a Mule with a swagger in his step. After a week of binge-watching his favorite shows and devouring pizza, chips, and all the sugary goodness, he felt on top of the world.
"I bet my dad was the rockstar of racing horses, probably did a guitar solo after every race," he said, doing an air guitar motion, making sure everyone was watching. "I mean, look at these hooves - pure rockstar material."
However, the next day, reality hit, and it wasn’t in the form of a backstage pass. It was a truckload of chores! From hauling gigantic loads to tidying up after a raucous squirrel party, the mule had his hooves full.
By sunset, the Mule, now slouched and tired, sipped on his carrot smoothie and sighed, "Perhaps dad was more into country ballads than rock 'n roll. Must've been a donkey with a love for twangy tunes."
And with that, the mule realized it wasn’t so much about the legacy of who you come from but the jam you dance to in the present.
Once on a golden field so wide,
A Mule, with pride, would often stride.
He felt his strength, so full and grand,
Believed he came from racing land.
"I'm sure," he boasted, "as can be,
A racing horse's blood's in me!"
His steps so spry, his head held high,
Underneath the clear blue sky.
When the new dawn began to break,
Heavy burdens the Mule did take.
As he trudged, his spirit did sway,
The lively bounce soon ebbed away.
By the time stars began to fall,
The Mule's proud head did not stand tall.
"Perhaps," he sighed with a little groan,
"A donkey's son, I've always known."
Yet through the toil, he came to see,
It's not just lineage that makes thee.
For in our deeds, the truth does speak,
Showing strength or showing the weak.
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