The Duration of Life

When God had created the world and was about to fix the length of each
creature's life, the ass came and asked, "Lord, how long shall I live?"
"Thirty years," replied God; "does that content thee?" "Ah, Lord,"
answered the ass, "that is a long time. Think of my painful existence!
To carry heavy burdens from morning to night, to drag sacks of corn to
the mill, that others may eat bread, to be cheered and refreshed with
nothing but blows and kicks. Relieve me of a portion of this long
time." Then God had pity on him and relieved him of eighteen years. The
ass went away comforted, and the dog appeared. "How long wouldst thou
like to live?" said God to him. "Thirty years are too many for the ass,
but thou wilt be satisfied with that." "Lord," answered the dog, "is
that thy will? Consider how I shall have to run, my feet will never
hold out so long, and when I have once lost my voice for barking, and
my teeth for biting, what will be left for me to do but run from one
corner to another and growl?" God saw that he was right, and released
him from twelve years of life. Then came the monkey. "Thou wilt
certainly live thirty years willingly?" said the Lord to him. "Thou
hast no need to work as the ass and the dog have to do, and wilt always
enjoy thyself." "Ah! Lord," he answered, "it may seem as if that were
the case, but it is quite different. When it rains porridge I have no
spoon. I am always to play merry pranks, and make faces which force
people to laugh, and if they give me an apple, and I bite into it, why
it is sour! How often sadness hides itself behind mirth! I shall never
be able to hold out for thirty years." God was gracious and took off
ten.

At last man appeared, joyous, healthy and vigorous, and begged God to
appoint his time for him. "Thirty years shalt thou live," said the
Lord. "Is that enough for thee?" "What a short time," cried man, "when
I have built my house and my fire burns on my own hearth; when I have
planted trees which blossom and bear fruit, and am just intending to
enjoy my life, I am to die! O Lord, lengthen my time." "I will add to
it the ass's eighteen years," said God. "That is not enough," replied
the man. "Thou shalt also have the dog's twelve years." "Still too
little!" "Well, then," said God, "I will give thee the monkey's ten
years also, but more thou shalt not have." The man went away, but was
not satisfied.

So man lives seventy years. The first thirty are his human years, which
are soon gone; then is he healthy, merry, works with pleasure, and is
glad of his life. Then follow the ass's eighteen years, when one burden
after another is laid on him, he has to carry the corn which feeds
others, and blows and kicks are the reward of his faithful services.
Then come the dog's twelve years, when he lies in the corner, and
growls and has no longer any teeth to bite with, and when this time is
over the monkey's ten years form the end. Then man is weak-headed and
foolish, does silly things, and becomes the jest of the children.
