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After he had travelled a little way, he spied a dog lying by the roadside and panting as if he were tired. What makes you pant so, my friend. said the ass. Alas. said the dog, my master was going to knock me on the head, because I am old and weak, and can no longer make myself useful to him in hunting; so I ran away; but what can I do to earn my livelihood. Hark ye.