There was a donkey who led a miserable life, and after years of wretched labor, he finally implored Death to deliver him.
Death did come, but not with the deliverance that the donkey expected.
"My poor donkey," said Death, "I am here to take your life, and I also have bad news for you: after your death, the humans are going to take the skin from your dead body and make that skin into a drum. So, just as they beat you in life, so too they will beat you in death."
That was the fate of the poor donkey.
Inspired by: Fables of Aesop and Other Eminent Mythologists by Roger L'Estrange, 437.
Notes: This is Perry 164.
Here is an illustration from Steinhowel's Aesop:
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