The steady beat of horses heavy hooves pranced down the cobblestone street.
“Clippety-Clop...... Clippety-Clop! Hold your head up high. Don't let it drop.” the herd of horses chanted.
Stubby, an orphaned donkey colt scurried to catch up.
“Stop looking at your hooves.” snorted Sly the white stallion. “You'll never amount to anything unless you change your posture.”
Stubby cranked his neck up as high as he could get it. Then, he tripped and wailed, “Aww, Sly, what's the use? I'll never be as good as you.”
Sly smirked, “While that may be true, Stubby. You can still improve your station in life by taking a few lessons from me. Now, let's start from the beginning. Head up..... Hooves high!”
Stubby stiffened his spine and then cried out, “A cramp........ I'm getting a cramp in my neck. Owwwww!!!!!”
Sly gave Stubby a swat with his tail, “It's no use, Stubby. You'll never be chosen to be one of the king's horses. You'll always be a boring donkey! I've tried to help you better yourself, but you just don't get it. You can't let others push you around or you'll be used to carry “stuff” on your back the rest of your life. Now, look at me. Look at my stance.......... Don't I look regal? When people see me they know they can't push me around. I'm important and I walk like I'm important. And because of my great importance I will one day carry kings on my back.
The little donkey hung his head in shame. “Thanks for trying to help me, Sly. I'm just a slow learner I guess. I sure appreciate all the lessons you've given me. I think I'll just go back to the stables now.”
Sly gave an arrogant snort, “Suit yourself. I'm going to practice my posture for a few more hours. You never know when someone might need a new stallion.”
A tear fell from Stubby's big brown eyes. He whimpered, “Guess I was just born wrong...... Always been with the chickens. Sly's family has always been with the peacocks. I don't even know who my mother or father are..... Why Sly's a thoroughbred. He's right. I'll probably be a “pack mule” all my days.......... Oh, what's the use?”
The defeated donkey whimpered all the way home. Exhausted he laid down on the prickly straw and fell fast asleep.
Early the next morning Stubby was awakened by the noise of voices outside the stable window. He stumbled to the well and suddenly a man grabbed him and tied a rope around his neck.
“Why, am I always at the wrong place at the wrong time?” he moaned.
Then, some men came and talked to this man who had tied him up and said, “The Lord has need of him.” The man handed the rope to these strange men.
“Oh great!” Stubby winced. “What can happen next?”
Stubby and the men walked just a little while and then another man sat on his back. All of a sudden, there in the street were boys, girls, men and women and they were all chanting, “Hosanna! Hossanna! Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord.” People were lining the streets with their own garments.
Stubby looked up and that's when he saw Sly. Stubby gave a quick wink.
Holding his head up high he sighed, “Finally, I was at the right place at the right time.”
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