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After he had travelled a little way, he spied a dog lying by the

roadside and panting as if he were tired. 'What makes you pant

so, my friend?' said the ass. 'Alas!' said the dog, 'my master

was going to knock me on the head, because I am old and weak, and

can no longer make myself useful to him in hunting; so I ran

away; but what can I do to earn my livelihood?' 'Hark ye!' said

the ass, 'I am going to the great city to turn musician: suppose

you go with me, and try what you can do in the same way?' The dog

said he was willing, and they jogged on together.