Ride alone on the donkey, and I will follow you.” And that is what they did. Said the father, “We cannot both ride the donkey, for he is not strong enough to carry us both. People do not carry a donkey! It is they that have to carry us on their backs!” “Did you ever see such a thing? Two men are carrying a donkey!” They called out, “Old man! People do not carry a horse, or an ox. While going on their way, they were seen by villagers who could not believe their eyes. In this way, the two of them could lift the donkey. The son put the back of the pole on his shoulders. The father put the front of the pole on his shoulders. They passed a pole between the two pairs of feet. He and his son got hold of the donkey and tied each pair of its feet tight. The price for him will go down.”Īt last, the father had an idea. If the donkey walks as far as to the village of Kompang, by the time we get there he might be too thin. 'The village of Kompang would be good,' he said.

'It would be good to have you with me for a long trip,' said the father. We need to go far away, where most farmers do not have a donkey, to get the best price for him.” But all the farmers I know already have a donkey. On seeing the fine grown-up donkey, the farmer said to his son, “Look at this strong donkey! If only there was a need in our village to buy a donkey, we would get a good price for him. One baby donkey grew up to be the most handsome and plump donkey they had ever seen. The two of them took good care of all the animals on the farm. LONG AGO IN CAMBODIA, there once lived a farmer and his son.

Long time donkey