There was a man who owned a donkey, which had carried his sacks to the mill industriously for many years, but whosestrength had come to an end, so that the poor beast grew more and more unfit for work. The master determined to stop his food, but the donkey, discovering that there was no good intended to him, ran away and took the road to Bremen: "There," thought he, "I can turn Town Musician." When he had gone a little way, he found a hound lying on the road and panting, like one who was tired with running."Hollo! what are youpanting so for, worthy Seize 'em?" asked the donkey.
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