The donkey awakened, his mind still savoring the afterglow of the most
exciting day of his life. Never before had he felt such a rush of
pleasure and pride.
He walked into town and found a group of people by the well. "I'll
show myself to them," he thought. But they didn't notice him. They
went on drawing their water and paid him no mind.
"Throw your garments down," he said crossly. "Don't you know who I am?"
They just looked at him in amazement. Someone slapped him across the
tail and ordered him to move.
"Miserable heathens!" he muttered to himself. "I'll just go to the
market where the good people are. They will remember me."
But the same thing happened. No one paid any attention to the donkey
as he strutted down the main street in front of the market place. "The
palm branches! Where are the palm branches!" he shouted. "Yesterday,
you threw palm branches!"
Hurt and confused, the donkey returned home to his mother. "Foolish
child," she said gently. "Don't you realize that without Him, you are
just an ordinary donkey?
Without him you are just an ass!"
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