A Boasting Mule

When a Mule was happy he thought his parent was a spirited Horse. The next day he was put to work and realized he was only a Mule.

A bragging fool raised up is only ashamed of his father.

Aesop For ChildrenAesop For Children (The Mule)

A Mule had had a long rest and much good feeding. He was feeling very vigorous indeed, and pranced around loftily, holding his head high.

“My father certainly was a full-blooded racer,” he said. “I can feel that distinctly.”

Next day he was put into harness again and that evening he was very downhearted indeed.

“I was mistaken,” he said. “My father was an Ass after all.”


Be sure of your pedigree before you boast of it.

Townsend VersionTownsend version

A mule, frolicsome from lack of work and from too much corn, galloped about in a very extravagant manner, and said to himself: “My father surely was a high-mettled racer, and I am his own child in speed and spirit.” On the next day, being driven a long journey, and feeling very wearied, he exclaimed in a disconsolate tone: “I must have made a mistake; my father, after all, could have been only an ass.”

JBR CollectionJBR Collection (The Mule)

A Mule, well fed and worked but little, frisked and gambolled about in the fields, and said to himself, “What strength, what spirits are mine! My father must surely have been a thoroughbred Horse.” He soon after fell into the hands of another master, and was worked hard and but scantily fed. Thoroughly jaded, he now said, “What could I have been thinking about the other day? I feel certain now that my father can only have been an Ass.”

L'Estrange VersionL’Estrange version

There was a favourite-mule, that was high fed, and in the pride of flesh and mettle, would still be bragging of his family, and his ancestors. My father (says he) was a coarser, and though I say it that should not say’t, I my self take after him. He had no sooner spoke the words, but he was put to the tryal of his heels, and did not only shew himself a jade; but in the very heat of his ostentation, his father fell a braying, which minded him of his original, and the whole field made sport on’t, when they found him to be the son of an asse.


A bragging fool that’s raised out of a dunghill, and sets up for a man of quality, is asham’d of nothing in this world but of his own father.

1001Mula et Imago Eius

Mula, cum in flumine suam imaginem conspexisset, forma et strenuitate equis se cedere negabat. Caput igitur quassans et iubas iactans, incitabat sese ad cursuram. Aderat et asinus illis in locis, qui forte tum rudere coepit. Quo sonitu audito atque agnito, mula “Profecto,” inquit, “pater meam castigat superbiam.”

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