In a distant land, there lived a man who owned a Goat and an Ass. The Goat always looked at the Ass and felt a bit jealous because the Ass had more food than him.
One day, the Goat said to the Ass, "You work so hard! You're always busy doing tough tasks like carrying heavy loads or grinding grain at the mill. Why don't you pretend to be very sick and fall into a ditch? That way, you could rest for a while."
The Ass thought this sounded like a good idea, so he followed the Goat's advice. He pretended to be ill and fell into a ditch. However, instead of getting rest, he got badly hurt.
The man who owned them saw the Ass in pain. He was worried and quickly called for a doctor. The doctor advised, "To heal the Ass, you need to apply the lungs of a Goat on his wounds."
Without hesitation, the man followed the doctor's advice. He sacrificed the life of the Goat, taking its lungs to treat the wounds of the Ass. Miraculously, the Ass's injuries healed, but it marked the unfortunate end of the jealous Goat who had believed the Ass had a better life.
Once upon a time, in a land where animals wore shades, there were two animal buddies: a Goat and an Ass. Now, Goat had a major case of the "green-eyed monster." That's right, he was jealous. He looked at Ass munching on gourmet hay like it was a five-star meal and thought, "Life's just not fair!"
One sunny day, Goat waltzed over to Ass. "Hey, you! Ever thought about taking a vacation? You're always lugging stuff around or pushing heavy things. You deserve a break, mate!"
Ass scratched his head. "A break, huh? Go on."
"How 'bout this: pretend you're sick—like, really sick. Maybe cough a little, throw in some dramatics, and then, whoopsie-daisy, tumble into a ditch! You'll get a day off, I promise!"
Ass chuckled, "Well, it sounds better than a day at the spa!" So, Ass put on his best "sick" face, which was a mix of someone eating a lemon and getting a brain freeze, and then he went all gymnast and somersaulted into a ditch. Ta-da!
But hold your horses—instead of a relaxing day off, Ass got boo-boos all over. Ouch!
The man who owned them saw Ass wincing and thought, "Uh-oh, that's not a happy donkey face!" So, he dialed up Doc McAnimal. Doc McAnimal had a very serious look on his face. "Ah, yes, quite the conundrum! To fix this Ass, we'll need the lungs of a Goat—don't ask, it's very scientific and complicated. Or maybe it's just weird. Either way, it works."
The owner didn't question the doctor's unusual prescription. Without missing a beat, he thought, "Well, if Doc McFarm says so." And oh dear, before you could say "baa-bye," Goat went from living the dream to becoming part of a magic healing recipe. Ass's owies started to heal up like they'd been kissed by a magical fairy or something.
Feeling all better, Ass realized something really big—sometimes the hay mountain just looks more delicious from the other side of the fence. And Goat? Well, he learned the hard way that being jealous can be, let's just say, really bad for your health. Like, you-could-end-up-as-a-magic-recipe kind of bad.
Once there was a Goat and an Ass,
Living together, sharing grass.
Goat looked at Ass's bigger plate,
Feeling jealous, oh, he couldn't wait.
"Dear Ass," Goat said, "you work so much,
Carrying loads and such and such.
Pretend you're sick and take a spill,
Then you'll have time to rest and chill."
Ass liked the plan, thought it was neat,
So he took a tumble, skipped a beat.
But what he found, oh, what a mess,
He got hurt, more rather than less.
The owner saw, his face turned blue,
Called the doctor, "What do we do?"
"Use Goat's lungs to make Ass fine,
That's my advice, follow the line."
The owner nodded, did as told,
Now Ass felt better, strong and bold.
But for Goat, it was the end,
His jealousy had cost his bend.
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