Once upon a time, there was an Ass who lived on a farm. Every day, he noticed how everyone treated the Horse. He saw the Horse receiving special meals, brushing, and lots of attention from the farmer and his family. Meanwhile, the Ass was left to work in the fields, carrying heavy loads without much attention or praise.
One day, the Horse was prepared for a great journey. He was adorned with a shiny saddle and a grand set of reins. The Ass watched in envy as the Horse galloped away from the farm, the farmer proudly atop his back. "What a glorious life the Horse leads," thought the Ass, feeling sorry for himself.
Days passed, and the farm was abuzz with worry. The Horse had not returned. One evening, a group of men brought the Horse back. He was no longer energetic and proud. He lay still, having lost his life in a battle. The farm was filled with grief and sorrow.
Seeing this, the Ass understood. The special treatment and grand journeys the Horse received also came with great danger and risk. He realized that his own life, though seemingly dull and unappreciated, was safe and secure. He was grateful for the humble, peaceful existence he had on the farm, no longer envious of the Horse's fate.
Once upon a time, on a farm that looked a bit like your grandpa's, lived an Ass with a wit sharper than a pointy stick. "Oi! Is it snack time yet?" he'd joke, carrying bags of grain with a big, cheeky grin.
But each day, he'd watch the Horse, who was the farm's superstar. Horse got the royal treatment - crunchy carrots, a shiny coat that looked like he'd been to the fanciest salon, and so many pats it was like he'd won a game of hide and seek.
"Blimey! Horse, you're like the king of the barnyard!" the Ass would say, making a funny face. "Got any extra treats for me?"
Then came the day the Horse got all dressed up. He had a shiny saddle, fancy reins, and off he went, with the farmer holding the reins, looking so proud.
"Whoa, look at him go! Like he's in a race!" said the Ass. "Hope he wins first place."
But then, days passed. Everyone looked worried. They were searching and calling, but the Horse was nowhere. Until one evening, a group brought the Horse back, and, well, he looked really, really tired.
"Oh no," whispered the Ass, his ears drooping. "Being the star isn't always fun and games, huh?"
Looking around, the Ass thought deeply, and for an Ass, that's a big deal. He realized that sometimes, being the center of attention had its troubles.
"Maybe my simple life isn’t so bad," the Ass mused. "At least I have my comfy hay bed and my funny jokes."
And so, the Ass didn't feel left out anymore. He was happy just being himself, cracking jokes, having fun, and loving every moment of his laugh-out-loud, tail-wagging, peaceful life.
Here's a tale of Ass and Horse,
Two farm friends, each on their course.
Horse got treats and shiny gear,
While Ass felt his life was mere.
Ass watched as Horse took flight,
With Farmer riding into night.
"Oh how grand to be like Horse,"
Ass sighed with some remorse.
Time went by, no Horse in sight,
The farm was filled with worried plight.
Then one eve, they brought Horse home,
But in a battle, he had flown.
Ass saw and understood,
That life's not just treats and being good.
Horse had dangers, big and grand,
While Ass's feet stayed safe on land.
"No more envy," Ass vowed,
"For I'm content, no longer cowed.
Humble hay and simple play,
Make for peace at end of day."
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