An elderly farmer, a day doing two calculations, he realized that his farm, what they ate and cost more than all was the mule. Did not think of how much work he did for the poor beast, nor the fact that at the end of the day takes him back to the house. No. What he thought his cold mathematical mind was that the mule was too expensive. Point! He was so
idea: to halve the food ration for the quadruped.
The bale of hay that the animals consumed each day was taken as half, yet the beast continued to work as he always did. But deep down, everybody knows, the mules are not complaining.
Seeing that the beast was working with less food too, the clever peasant decided that he could still further optimize costs by halving the proportion of hay. In this way not only would save, but might also have to earn over some little thing.
So that night put in the manger of the poor mule only one fourth of the usual bale of hay.
The farmer was in seventh heaven, his experiment was working. "Here's how to restore the coffers," he said. "Just reduce the food of mule accounts and back!"
The animal, meanwhile, had become more taciturn than usual And before every now and brayed, now he was silent and carrying heavy weights with the blank look that his boss continues to charge on the back.
Seeing that his technique worked very well, the farmer thought that maybe, reducing even more the hay, he could even train his mule in the difficult business of living without eating.
"This would be the best," he confided to a friend of the scoundrel drunk one night when they played tressette and drank wine in front of the barn packed.
said than done. Halved again the hapless quadruped dinner and the next morning again subjected him to a strenuous day's work.
"Tomorrow will be the last Day "the farmer said proudly." Tomorrow, the mule will not have anything for dinner. But I am now convinced that it will be so used to not complain at all. "
But the next day the farmer found dead on his mule.
" What a pity, "thought." It 's dead right now that I managed to get him fast! I guess I was sick ... "The farmer
never understood why his mule was dead and not even have understood all the farmers in this period leave mules dying on the streets of Milan, Turin, Rome, Naples and the rest.
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