Some wandering priests had an ass on which they loaded their baggage when they set out on the road. Now one day this ass died of exhaustion; they skinned it, made tambourines from its hide, and used them. Other wandering priests, having met them, asked where their ass was. "It is dead," one said; "but it gets as many blows as it ever got in its life."
So sometimes servants, even freed from slavery, are not delivered from the burdens of servitude.Moral
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