But it had no sore places, and did not seem lame.
"He is full of fire," said Gigi, poking the donkey in the ribs to excite a show of animation.

"You should see him gallop uphill with my brother on his back, and a good load into the bargain.

Brrrr! Stand still, will you!" he cried, holding tight by the halter, though the animal did not seem anxious to run away.
"And then," said Gigi, "he eats nothing,--positively nothing." "He does not look as though he had eaten much of late," I said.
"Oh, my brother-in-law is as good to him as though he were a Christian.

He gives him corn bread and fish, just like his own children.

But this ass prefers straw." "A frugal ass," I said, and we began to bargain.