To thee my master.
Feed
me with food clear of dust, properly mixed with bran and rolled oats, so that I
can digest my food, also water and care for me.
When
the day’s work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean bed and a stall wide
enough for me to lie down in comfort.
Talk to me
Your voice often means as much as the
rein’s.
Pet
me sometime, that I may serve you more gladly, and learn to love you.
Do
not jerk the reins and do not whip me going up hill.
Never
strike me, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you mean, but give me
a chance to understand you.
Watch
me and if I fail to do your bidding, see if something is wrong with my harness
or feet.
Examine
my teeth when I do not eat, I may have an ulcerated tooth, and that you know is
very painful.
Do
not tie my head in an un-natural position, or take away my best defence against
flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my tail.
Finally
master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or
freeze, or sell me to some cruel owner to be slowly tortured and starved to
death.
But
do thou master take my life, in the kindest way and your god will reward you
here and hereafter.
You
may not consider me irrelevant if I ask in the name of him who was born in a
stable.
Amen
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