of Oxen were drawing
a heavily loaded wagon along a
miry country road. They had to
use all their strength to pull the
wagon, but they did not complain.
The Wheels of the wagon were
of a different sort. Though the
task they had to do was very
light compared with that of the
Oxen, they creaked and groaned
at every turn. The poor Oxen,
pulling with all their might to
draw the wagon through the deep
mud, had their ears filled with
the loud complaining of the
Wheels. And this, you may well
know, made their work so much
the harder to endure.
"Silence!" the Oxen cried at
last, out of patience. "What have
you Wheels to complain about so
loudly? We are drawing all the
weight. not you, and we are keeping still about it besides."
They complain most who suffer least.") ?>