The donkey sanctuary

A friar, once, carried an ass on his back. He had needed to take it to market, but the beast, stubborn and loving the friar, was loathe to go. The friar kissed its matted ears and bade it sleep; when the ass woke, its master was not the friar and wanted his kindness.

The young friar never forgot. When a change in the church made him wealthy he founded a home with acres of grass and bought donkey after donkey until none was left in the nation and he could swear almost blind his own ass was among the thousands.

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