himself at home again. For some time he clung to the mane,
that he might recover himself. "Well," he said, "here I am,
seated on the emperor's favorite horse,- sitting upon him as
if I were the emperor himself. But what was it the farrier
asked me? Ah, I remember now,- that's a good thought,- he
asked me why the golden shoes were given to the horse. The
answer is quite clear to me, now. They were given to the horse
on my account." And this reflection put the beetle into a good
temper. The sun's rays also came streaming into the stable,
and shone upon him, and made the place lively and bright.
"Travelling expands the mind very much," said the beetle. "The
world is not so bad after all, if you know how to take things
as they come.
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