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A farmer entered a great city with his son and his donkey. The man was riding the donkey whilst his son lead it on a rope. No sooner had they entered the city walls when they heard a passer-by say in a loud voice, “How disgraceful. See how that man sits on his donkey behaving like a lord of the manor whilst his little son runs himself ragged trying to keep up.” Full of shame, the farmer dismounted and set his son on the donkey while he walked beside it.

In the next street, a peddler drew his customer’s attention to the trio. “Look at that. That little rascal sits up there like the Young Pretender while his poor old father trudges along in the mud.” Deeply embarrassed, the boy asked his father to climb on behind him. Once they turned the corner into the next street, a woman selling her wares exclaimed, “See what has become of the human race? No sensitivity to animals. Look at that poor donkey, it’s back is almost bend in two carrying the weight of those two loafers. Disgraceful!”

Hearing this, the farmer and his son, without a word, slipped off the donkey and began to walk beside it. They hadn’t gone more than fifty meters when they heard a market stall holder call out, “I thought I was stupid but look, what’s the point of having a donkey when it doesn’t do any work?”

The farmer stopped and having given his donkey a pat on the nose, said to his son, “Whatever we do, someone disagrees with it. Perhaps it’s time we made up our own minds about what we believe is right.”