On “Palm Monday” the donkey woke up with the afterglow of the day before still in mind. Never before had he experienced such a rush of pleasure and pride. After breakfast he walked into town and found a group of people by the well. “I’ll show myself to them,” he thought.
But they didn’t notice him. They went on drawing their water and paying him no mind. “Throw your garments down,” he thought crossly. “Don’t you know who I am?”
Someone slapped him along the flank and ordered him to move. “Miserable heathens! I’ll just go to the market where the good people are. They will remember me from yesterday!” But the same thing happened. No one paid any attention to the donkey as he strutted down the main street in front of the marketplace.
“Where are the palm branches?” he thought. “Yesterday, you people waved palm branches.”
Hurt and confused, the donkey returned home to his mother. “Foolish child,” she said gently. “Don’t you realize that apart from Him, you are just an ordinary donkey.”
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