The Donkey

There was, in a village, a poor old woman who had for company a small donkey. She loved him a lot because he was smart and good, and seemed happy to carry on his back garden vegetables market of the city.

But bad boys made fun of the old woman and her little ass when they met.

One day, they cried out to the old woman:

“Hello, donkey mother!”

“Good morning, my sons!” She answered them.

The donkey seemed to make fun of them in turn, stirring his ears, and the bad boys do not find anything to say.

(Based on ABC – Petits Contes, by Jules Lemaître)