Sancho Pawza and I came across a tribe of wild burros on our journeys west. As we approached the tribe had never seen a creature like Sancho Pawza and were frightened.
They brayed, yelled, and cursed, but we stayed still to show we meant no harm.
It was then that Sanch Pawza, having little wit and self-discipline, lunged toward one of the burros.
I restrained him, but it was too late. Immediately, the burros, without hesitation, singled out one burro and bit him in the butt to get him running. This burro took off at a full run away from the tribe. Had it not been for my keen observation, Sancho would have taken off running after the single burro, leaving the tribe behind.
I gave my apologies for the misunderstanding to the tribe and parted ways along with Sancho. As we walked away, we wondered why that particular burro was singled out. Did they not like him? Was he a sacrifice, or did the tribe have faith he was the fastest and strongest with the best chance of returning?
Whatever the tribe of burros thought, it must have been just. Whether it was trust they placed in the running donkey or a sacrifice, I could not know. One thing was for certain. When the burros were frightened, biting another on the butt was a solution.
It seems that humans do that too. When things are painful, they find a few burros and bite their ass in hopes it will take the danger away with them.
DQuixote 