So his cruel master turned him out into the streets to get his living as best he could.
"If you cannot find enough to eat, then you may die," said the miser; "you are of no use to me."
The old horse went limping along; he grew thinner and thinner.
At length he limped up to the tower where the bell of justice hung.
His dim eyes saw the green shoots and the fresh leaves of the grapevine.
Thinking they were good to eat, he gave a pull at the vine.
"Ding-dong! ding-dong!" said the great bell. The people came running from all sides.
"Who is calling for justice?" they cried.
There stood the old horse, chewing on the grapevine.
"Ding-dong! ding-dong!" rang the great bell.