The Mule

A mule that had grown fat and wanton on too great an allowance of corn was one day jumping and kicking about. At length, cocking up her tail, she exclaimed, "My mother was a racer, and I am quite as good as ever she was." But being soon exhausted with her galloping and frisking, she remembered all at once that her father was but an ass.

Every truth has two sides. It is well to look at both before we commit ourselves to either.