一头骡子歇息了很久，吃了许多好草料。他觉得自己精力旺盛，就扬起高高的头，神气地四处蹦跶。

“我父亲一定是一匹纯种的赛马，”他说。“我能清楚地感受到这一点。”

第二天他又被套上了辔头；那天晚上，他心情糟透了。

“我错了，”他说，“我父亲原来是头驴子。”

先弄清楚了，再吹嘘自己的门第。

A Mule had had a long rest and much good feeding. He was feeling very vigorous indeed, and pranced around loftily, holding his head high.

"My father certainly was a full-blooded racer," he said. "I can feel that distinctly."

Next day he was put into harness again and that evening he was very downhearted indeed.

"I was mistaken," he said. "My father was an Ass after all."

Be sure of your pedigree before you boast of it.