to carry heavy burdens from morning to night, to drag sacks of corn to the mill, that others may eat bread, to be cheered and refreshed with nothing but blows and kicks. relieve me of a portion of this long time." then god had pity on him and relieved him of eighteen years. the ass went away comforted, and the dog appeared. "how long wouldst thou like to live?" said god to him. "thirty years are too many for the ass, but thou wilt be satisfied with that." "lord," answered the dog, "is that thy will? consider how i shall have to run, my feet will never hold out so long, and when i have once lost my voice for barking, and my teeth for biting, what will be left for me to do but run from one corner to another and growl?" god saw that he was right, and released him from twelve years of life. then came the monkey. "thou wilt certainly live thirty years willingly?" said the lord to him. "thou hast no need to work as the ass and the dog have to do, and wilt always enjoy thyself." "ah! lord," he answered, "it may seem as if that were the case, but it is quite different. when it rains porridge i have no spoon. i am always to play merry pranks, and make faces which force people to laugh, and if they give me an apple, and i bite into it, why it is sour! how often sadness hides itself behind mirth! i shall never be able to hold out for thirty years." god was gracious and took off ten.