"Why, you two are better able to carry the beast than he is to carry
you."
"Well," said the miller, "we can but try."
So he and his son got down, and tied the legs of the ass together.
Then they slung him on a pole, and carried him on their shoulders. It
was such a funny sight that the people laughed and jeered at them.
The poor ass was very uncomfortable, and tried hard to get off the
pole. At last, as they were passing over a bridge, he pulled his legs
out of the rope and tumbled to the ground. He was so frightened that
he jumped off the bridge into the river and was drowned.
Do you know what this story teaches you?
_If you try to please everybody, you will please nobody._
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THE VISIT TO SANTA CLAUS LAND
Jack and Margaret were growing more excited each day, because
Christmas was so near. They talked of nothing but Santa Claus.
"Don't you wish you could _see_ him?" they said over and over.
One night, just before Christmas, Mother tucked them in bed and left
them to go to sleep. But Jack wiggled, Margaret wriggled. At last they
both sat up in bed.
"Jack," Margaret whispered, "are you asleep?"
"No," said Jack, "I can't go to sleep.
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