Talk With A Mule

| June/July 1994

224 N. 5th Ave, Sheldon, Iowa 51201

Old Mule, you are the son of a donkey and I'm the image of God; yet, here we work hitched together toiling and tilling the sod. I wonder if you work for me, or if I work for you, Old Mule. At times I think it's a partnership between a mule and a doggone fool. When plowing, we go the same direction, but I work harder than you. You skim the ground on four good legs against my two I do twice the work per leg. I do twice as much as you now, while making the corn crop and that crop will be split three ways; ? for you, ? for me and ? for the landlord. You take ? and eat it. You're getting the best in the house. I split my ? with a wife and 8 kids, banker, 6 hens, and a cow. Right here, Mule, I might mention you only plow the ground. I shock the corn and husk it.

While you he haw around all fall and part of the winter Ole Mule, you know it's true I break my back with a cotton sack trying to pay off the mortgage on you, the only time I'm better off is when elections come. A man can vote and a mule cannot, but that don't worry you none, because you're wise, Ole Donkey. You know what to worry about. You knew politics wouldn't help you none, and I'm just finding it out; so Mule, confidentially speaking, would you change places with me? Would you take up all my worries and still contented be? Would you swap places, I'm asking? Of course you know we couldn't, but would you if you could? Now tell me the truth; you're doggone right you wouldn't!