An ass carrying a load of wood was crossing a marsh. He slipped and fell, and, unable to get up, began to groan and lament. The frogs of the marsh, on hearing his groans, said to him, "Hey, friend! What would you have done, if you had stayed here as long as we have, you who, fallen here for a moment, heave such sighs?"
People accustomed to comfort may lose patience over minor troubles that others endure without complaint.Moral
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