I had a friend with brown eyes full of the blues. He bore his burdens complaining all of the way. Everyone called him jackass like it was his name, but that was really Jasper. He got his revenge. He'd curse his throat sore, planning mutinies every day, and he'd tell his companion, a small, plain boy, how he'd get himself stuck in the mud when the boy's father worked him too hard. Jasper laughed and said "He pulls me free, and I go eat oats while he finishes the job." They both laughed. "It's like those headaches your mother gets." With that, the boy saw his father was the real fool. He grew up wise, knowing that the true masters often masquerade as servants.