A Fable About the Future.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXX, Issue XXVI, 27 June 1903, Page 1829

A Fable About the Future.

One morning a horse that had its mane and tail done up in curls, and was eating oats out of a manger in a padded stall, turned and whinnied disdainfully at a bicycle that was leaning against the wall. “You are a mere drudge,” said the horse. “You are made to rush along dusty roads, you are never fed on anything more substantial than wind, and nobody loves you as 1 am loved. See how I am fed on fresh oats and hay. while you never even have your bearings oiled until you squeak.” But the patience of the bicycle was punctured, and he proceeded to make some scorching remarks. “You pampered relic of barbarism!” he replied. “You think because you are fed and cared for that you are of some importance. I take my master to and from business. I give him exercise and cost him nothing for my keep, and 1

never run away. I am a faithful servant, while you are merely a curiosity kept to amuse the children. Your usefulness ceased long ago.” At this point the horse gave the bicycle a kick that spoilt both its tires and smashed its wheels, and so ended the argument.