A jackass has feelings

Hi readers.  A jackass really does have feelings.  And those feelings can land him in a pile of confusion, same is they can human beings.

For instance, human beings don’t have a hell of a lot of use for jackasses anymore.  Jennies, either.  But some human beings still have a use for mules, and a jackass is the only way you can get a mule.

But a jackass is picky about the women he runs around with.  He doesn’t care anything about getting excited over some short-eared mare twice his size.  Unlike a Jennie, who’ll get excited about anything with four hooves when she’s in the mood.

So when a human being wants a mule he has to find a jackass colt just born, barely got its eyes open, and put it on a brood mare.  Brood mare doesn’t care what animal she nurses, so she brings up that jackass colt same as if it were a horse.

And the human being who wants a mule out of the deal keeps that young jackass running in his horse herd.  Never lets it see anything but horses.  Young jack grows up thinking it’s a horse.  Time comes he starts thinking about females, he couldn’t care less about any longeared jennie.  He wants a horse mare.

So the human being picks a mare with nice markings, good bloodlines, and at the right time arranges a love affair between that jackass and that mare, joins them in holy matrimony for the duration of the romance.

Ends up with a mule out of the deal.  And a confused jackass thinks it’s a horse.

Nobody comes out of it any worse for the wear so far as anyone knows.  Except maybe Italians.  If you think back on what you read about Roman history, Romulus and Remus had something similar happen to them.  And western civilization hasn’t fully recovered yet.

Old Jules

4 responses to “A jackass has feelings

  1. Thanks for straightening me out on this subject. But now I wonder who my parents were when someone calls me a dumb jackass.

  2. DizzyDick: I don’t know the answer, but if they don’t call you a Mule Jack at least they’re not saying you’re perverted. Gracias, J

  3. The first mule I ever saw, close-up, in person, looked exactly like a horse and ran like a horse. He was a sleek, black animal, very attractive to see. The creature would randomly buck off his owner without warning during trail rides. Very unpredictable.

    • Hi Swabby. That’s what I love about mules. They never pretend to be anything but mules, never forget what they are. They’re honest. Unlike horses. Gracias, J

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