Once upon a time there was a farmer who owned a little Growlithe that he keeps
constantly by his side and a Mudsdale, which lived in a warm stable and got plenty of fresh berries
and cool water. But, unfortunately, the Mudsdale was not satisfied with his condition.
"I slave all day long, hauling wood or pulling the cart to the market while the Growlithe sleeps
on the master's lap and eats from his plate!" the Mudsdale grumbled. Perhaps, he thought, if he
behaved like the Growlithe, his master would reward him with the same life of ease.
That very night, the Mudsdale crept out of his stable and into the house where the
farmer sat at supper. "First I'll frisk about and chase my tail, just as the Growlithe does," thought the
Mudsdale. And he danced about in the room, flinging up his hooves until the table toppled over and
dishes went flying. "Now, I'll sit on his lap!" said the Mudsdale, and he put his hooves up on the
master's chair.
"Help! Save me from this mad beast!" the terrified farmer bellowed. Then his
servants came running and, with shouts and blows, drove the Mudsdale back to the stable.
"I suppose I'm a fine Mudsdale," the Mudsdale lamented, "but I"ll never be a Growlithe!"
Moral of the story: To be satisfied with one's lot is better than to desire something which one is not fitted to receive.
constantly by his side and a Mudsdale, which lived in a warm stable and got plenty of fresh berries
and cool water. But, unfortunately, the Mudsdale was not satisfied with his condition.
"I slave all day long, hauling wood or pulling the cart to the market while the Growlithe sleeps
on the master's lap and eats from his plate!" the Mudsdale grumbled. Perhaps, he thought, if he
behaved like the Growlithe, his master would reward him with the same life of ease.
That very night, the Mudsdale crept out of his stable and into the house where the
farmer sat at supper. "First I'll frisk about and chase my tail, just as the Growlithe does," thought the
Mudsdale. And he danced about in the room, flinging up his hooves until the table toppled over and
dishes went flying. "Now, I'll sit on his lap!" said the Mudsdale, and he put his hooves up on the
master's chair.
"Help! Save me from this mad beast!" the terrified farmer bellowed. Then his
servants came running and, with shouts and blows, drove the Mudsdale back to the stable.
"I suppose I'm a fine Mudsdale," the Mudsdale lamented, "but I"ll never be a Growlithe!"
Moral of the story: To be satisfied with one's lot is better than to desire something which one is not fitted to receive.