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them and lay down at a distance and passed the night without eating. Next morning, the ploughman came and found the straw and beans untouched and the ox lying on his back, with his stomach swollen and his legs in the air; so he was concerned for him and said to himself, ‘He has certainly fallen ill, and this is why he would not work yesterday.’ Then he went to his master and told him that the ox was ill and would not touch his fodder. Now the farmer knew what this meant, for that he had overheard the talk between the ox and the ass as before mentioned. So he said, ‘Take that knave of an ass and bind the yoke on his neck and harness him to the plough and try and make him do the ox’s work.’ So the ploughman took the ass and made him work all day beyond his strength to accomplish the ox’s task; and he beat him till his skin and ribs were sore and his neck flayed with the yoke. When the evening came and the ass returned home, he could hardly drag himself along. But as for the ox, he had lain all day, resting, and had eaten his fodder cheerfully and with a good appetite; and all day long he had called down blessings on the ass for his good counsel, not knowing what had befallen him on his account. So when the night came and the ass returned to the stable, the ox arose and said to him, ‘Mayst thou be gladdened with good news, O Father Wakeful! Through thee, I have rested to-day and have eaten my food in peace and comfort.’ The ass made him no answer, for rage and vexation and fatigue and the beating he had undergone; but he said to himself, ‘All this comes of my folly in giving another good advice; as the saying goes, “I was lying at full length, but my officiousness would not let me be.” But I will go about with him and return him to his place, else I shall perish.’ Then he went to his manger weary, whilst the ox thanked him and blessed him. And thou, O my daughter,” said the Vizier, “like the ass, wilt
