The young man walked behind and the father rode on the donkey.Īfter some time, they came to a village where there was a well. And that is how the two of them kept going. On hearing these sharp words, at once the boy got down from the donkey.

They said, “What a selfish son you are! Why are you riding the donkey when you are strong enough to walk? You had better get down at once! Let your old father be the one to ride the donkey.” On hearing this, the villagers became mad. Pointing, they asked, “And who is this old man behind you?” While passing through another village, the young man was asked, “Where are you riding to, boy?” Ride alone on the donkey, and I will follow you.” And that is what they did. Said the father, “We cannot both ride the donkey, for he is not strong enough to carry us both. People do not carry a donkey! It is they that have to carry us on their backs!”

“Did you ever see such a thing? Two men are carrying a donkey!” They called out, “Old man! People do not carry a horse, or an ox. While going on their way, they were seen by villagers who could not believe their eyes. In this way, the two of them could lift the donkey. The son put the back of the pole on his shoulders. The father put the front of the pole on his shoulders. They passed a pole between the two pairs of feet. He and his son got hold of the donkey and tied each pair of its feet tight. The price for him will go down.”Īt last, the father had an idea. If the donkey walks as far as to the village of Kompang, by the time we get there he might be too thin. 'The village of Kompang would be good,' he said.

'It would be good to have you with me for a long trip,' said the father. We need to go far away, where most farmers do not have a donkey, to get the best price for him.” But all the farmers I know already have a donkey. On seeing the fine grown-up donkey, the farmer said to his son, “Look at this strong donkey! If only there was a need in our village to buy a donkey, we would get a good price for him. One baby donkey grew up to be the most handsome and plump donkey they had ever seen. The two of them took good care of all the animals on the farm. In the struggle the donkey fell over the bridge, and his fore-feet being tied together he was drowned.LONG AGO IN CAMBODIA, there once lived a farmer and his son. They went along amid the laughter of all who met them till they came to market bridge, when the donkey, getting one of his feet loose, kicked out and caused the boy to drop his end of the pole. They thought and they thought, till at last they cut down a pole, tied the donkey’s feet to it, and raised the pole and the donkey to their shoulders. The man and boy got off and tried to think what to do. The men said: “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself for overloading that poor donkey of yours and your hulking son?” The man stopped and asked what they were scoffing at. Well, the man didn’t know what to do, but at last he took his boy up before him on the donkey.īy this time they had come to the town, and the passers-by began to jeer and point at them.

So the man ordered his boy to get off, and got on himself.īut they hadn’t gone far when they passed two women, one of whom said to the other: “Shame on that lazy lout to let his poor little son trudge along.” So the man put the boy on the donkey and they went on their way.īut soon they passed a group of men, one of whom said: “See that lazy youngster, he lets his father walk while he rides.” A man and his son were once going with their donkey to market.Īs they were walking along by its side a countryman passed them and said: “You fools, what is a donkey for but to ride upon?”

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