With a she-ass, best shift his means allow'd
A tiller yoked his only ox, and plough'd.
When these he was preparing to unyoke,
Their work being over, thus the ass bespoke
The ox: "Who carries home the old man's gear?"
"The beast whose wont it is," said he, "'tis clear."
Source: Davies: Fables of Babrius = Babrius 55.
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