Once upon a time, there was a man namely Miller who used to live in a little house beside his mill. All day, he worked hard and returned home to his wife and his little son at night. One day, the miller made up his mind that he and his son said goodbye to their Ladies and started. They drove their donkey very slowly, for they thought they would have a better chance to sell it if they kept it in good condition. As they walked along the highway, some travelers started laughing loudly at them. "What foolishness it is to walk when they might have a donkey to ride on, "cried one. "The most stupid of the three is not the one you would expect it to be. "The miller didn't like travelers who laughed at him, so he told his son to climb up and ride. As they went a little farther along the road, three merchants passed by." oho! what we have here!" they cried." Respect old age, Young boy! Do down, and let the old man ride.
Though the miller was not worn out, he made the boy do down and climbed up himself to ride, just to please the merchants. At the next turnstile, they overtook some women carrying baskets loaded with vegetables and other things to sell."look at the old fool!" exclaimed one of them, "He is sitting on the donkey while the poor boy has to walk." The miller felt a bit vexed, but to please the passersby, he told his son to climb up behind him. They had no sooner started again that a loud shout went up from another company of people on the road."What a crime," cried one," to load up a poor dumb animal like that! They look more able to carry the poor beast than he to carry them." They must be on their way to sell the poor thing's hide, said another. The miller and his son rapidly scrambled down, and a short time later, the marketplace was thrown into an uproar as the two came along carrying the donkey slung from a pole.
A great crew of people ran out to get a closer look at the unusual sight. The donkey didn't mind being carried, but so many people came up to point at him and laughed and shouted that he began to kick Bray. Just as they were crossing a bridge, the ropes that held him gave way, and he tumbled down into the river, The poor miller now set out sorrowfully for home. By trying to please everybody, he had pleased nobody and lost his donkey too.
By Marwa Younus
Soggat Academy Kallag
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