AN Ox, unable to extricate¹ himself from the mire² into which he
sank, was advised to make use of a Political Pull.  When the
Political Pull had arrived, the Ox said: "My good friend, please
make fast to me, and let nature take her course."

  So the Political Pull made fast to the Ox's head and nature took
her course.  The Ox was drawn³, first, from the mire, and, next,
from his skin.  Then the Political Pull looked back upon the good
fat carcase of beef that he was dragging to his lair⁴ and said, with
a discontented spirit:

  "That is hardly my customary fee; I'll take home this first
instalment, then return and bring an action for salvage⁵ against the
skin."

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