THE DONKEY AND THE KING
Once upon an ancient time
There lived a good and wealthy King
Who had a stable-ful of horses
But whenever He chose to stroll
He did not pick from His horses
But rather, He chose an old donkey
Much to the surprise of even me.
But so loved was He by His people
That whenever He rode the donkey
They spread palms and clothes before Him
And shouted His praises to all who could hear.
But as the donkey walked on the palms and clothes
And listened to the praises that was sung
He started being silly
And started thinking that the glory
Was his and not the King's.
So he started acting proudly
To his fellow pack of mules
And would not speak kindly
To any of the King's subjects.
When the King got news of this,
He right away, sent for the donkey
And scolded and admonished him
And waited in hope to see some changes
But the donkey grew worse
And did not heed the King's Words.
So the King expelled the donkey
From His stable and castle
But the donkey had little to be sorry for
For now, he thought,
He had all the glory to himself.
So he got up and went to the City
And walked around with his nose high
He walked for hours without a praise;
Only jeers from little kids
And when he tried to walk on someones clothes,
He got a very healthy beating.
He thought he could bear with this situation
For he thought the King depended on him
But after seeing the King ride on a new mule
He realised with great horror
That all things belongs to the King.
So he repented and went back to the King
He knelt down and cried and pleaded
And the King showed him mercy
And restored him to his place.
So when next he rode the King
He too, shouted alongside the King's subjects,
'Praise be to the King of Kings
Who has shown me great grace
By choosing me to do His will'
And indeed, it was well with the donkey.