A poor man visited the well-to-do Judge and Mayor of their village, and asked to borrow the Mayor’s donkey. The Mayor frowned.
“I’m so sorry,” said the Mayor. “I’ve loaned my donkey to my nephew Thomas.”
Just then the donkey, out behind the house, brayed loudly, and the poor man looked up.
“But I hear the donkey outside!” he said.
“Who are you going to believe?” asked the Mayor. “Me, or my donkey?”
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