The Delusion of Golu the Donkey

Golu pranced around the field, his head held high, attempting to mimic the graceful movements of the horses nearby. His large ears flopped with each step as he let out a braying sound that he believed resembled a horse's neigh. The other animals watched in amusement, but Golu was oblivious to their snickers.

Raja slowly approached Golu, his eyes filled with gentle wisdom. "Why do you wish to be something you're not, dear Golu?" he inquired, curiosity in his voice. "Because horses are strong and admired," replied Golu, determination in his eyes. "I want to be just like them."

The man scanned the field, his eyes settling on Golu. Mistaking him for a rugged horse, he decided to harness him to the carriage. With a firm pat on Golu's back, he gestured for him to pull the heavy load. Golu, thrilled at the prospect of being treated like a real horse, began to pull with all his might. However, the weight was overwhelming, and soon he found himself struggling. His legs trembled, and a loud bray escaped his lips as he fought to move forward.

The wealthy man, now frustrated, lashed out at Golu, releasing him from the harness with a sharp reprimand. Hurt and humiliated, Golu slunk away, his previous confidence shattered. He realized that being a horse was not as simple as he had imagined.

"You have your own strengths, Golu, ones that no horse can match," Raja spoke softly. "Embrace who you are, and the world will admire you for it." Golu pondered Raja's words, a sense of acceptance washing over him. He realized that being himself was more valuable than trying to fit into someone else's shoes.

Golu felt lighter, his heart warmed by Raja's wisdom. Together, they strolled through the field, side by side, content in their unique identities. "Thank you, Raja, for helping me see the beauty in being a donkey," Golu said with a smile. "And thank you, Golu, for reminding me of the joy in friendship," Raja replied, as they continued their journey through the moonlit meadow.