A donkey was carrying a too large image of a god through all the streets of a city, carrying the image to a temple, where he donkey passed, all the people bowed before the image, the donkey, well ignorant of what happened, He only thought that they prostrated themselves in respect for him, he walked upright, proudly, giving himself airs and refusing to take another step, the driver of the donkey, seeing his determined stop, threw his whip on his back and said: That the hour has not yet come when men will worship the donkeys.
