The Story of a Donkey / abridged from the French of Madame la comtesse de Ségur

“I ate up several cabbages.”
ABRIDGED FROM THE FRENCH OF MADAME LA COMTESSE DE SÉGUR By CHARLES WELSH EDITED BY CHARLES F. DOLE ILLUSTRATED BY E. H. SAUNDERS BOSTON, U.S.A. D. C. HEATH & CO., PUBLISHERS 1904
Copyright, 1901, By D. C. Heath & Co.
TO MY PRESENT LITTLE MASTER, HARRY.
My Dear Little Master,
You have been kind to me , but you have spoken contemptuously of donkeys in general. I want you to know better what sort of animals donkeys really are, and so I have written for you this story of my life. You will see, my dear little Master, that we donkeys have been, and still are, often badly treated by human beings. We are often very nice indeed; but I must also confess that in my youth I sometimes behaved very badly, and you will see how I was punished for it, and how unhappy I was, and how at last I repented, and how at last my repentance changed me and gained for me the forgiveness of my friends and masters. So, when you have read my history, you won’t say any more “as stupid as a donkey,” or “as obstinate as a donkey,” but “as sensible as a donkey,” “as clever as a donkey,” or “as gentle as a donkey.”
Hee-haw! my dear little Master, hee-haw! I hope you will never be as I was when I was young.
I remain,
Your obedient servant,
NEDDY.
I do not recollect my childhood; I was probably as unhappy as the rest of the little donkeys are; and no doubt as pretty and as graceful. Certainly I was full of wit and intelligence, for, old as I am now, I have more of both than most donkeys possess.
I have often outwitted some of my poor masters, who, being only men, could not be expected to have the intelligence of a donkey,—and I will begin my Memoirs with the story of a trick I once played in the days of my youth.