A Horse and an Ass were travelling
together, the Horse prancing along
in its fine trappings, the Ass
carrying with difficulty the heavy
weight in its panniers.
"I wish I were you," sighed the Ass;
"nothing to do and well fed, and all
that fine harness upon you."
Next day, however, there was a great
battle, and the Horse was wounded to
death in the final charge of the
His friend, the Ass, happened to
pass by shortly afterwards and found
him on the point of death. "I was
wrong," said the Ass: "Better
humble security than gilded danger".
Moral of Aesop's Fable:
"Better humble security than