Long ago a man owned a very strongox. The owner was so proud of his ox, that he boasted to every man he met about how strong his ox was.
One day the owner went into a village, and said to the men there: “I will pay a forfeit of a thousand pieces of silver if my strongox cannot draw a line of one hundred wagons.”
The men laughed, and said: “Very well; bring your ox, and we will tie a hundred wagons in a line and see your ox draw them along.”
So the man brought his ox into the village. A crowd gathered to see the sight. The hundred carts were in line, and the strongox was yoked to the first wagon.
Then the owner whipped his ox, and said: “Get up, you wretch! Get along, you rascal!”
But the ox had never been talked to in that way, and he stood still. Neither the blows nor the hard names could make him move.
At last the poorman paid his forfeit, and went sadly home. There he threw himself on his bed and cried: “Why did that strongox act so? Many a time he has moved heavier loads easily. Why did he shame me before all those people?”
At last he got up and went about his work. When he went to feed the ox that night, the ox turned to him and said: “Why did you whip me today? You never whipped me before. Why did you call me ‘wretch’ and ‘rascal’? You never called me hard names before.”
Then the man said: “I will never treat you badly again. I’m sorry I whipped you and called you names. I will never do so any more. Forgive me.”
“Very well,” said the ox. “Tomorrow I will go into the village and draw the one hundred carts for you. You have always been a kindmaster till today. Tomorrow you shall gain what you lost.”
The next morning the owner fed the oxwell, and hung a garland of flowers about his neck. When they went into the village the men laughed at the man again.
They said: “Did you come back to lose more money?”
“Today I will pay a forfeit of two thousand pieces of silver if my ox is not strong enough to pull the one hundred carts,” said the owner.
So again the carts were placed in a line, and the ox was yoked to the first. A crowd came to watch again. The owner said: “Goodox, show how strong you are! You fine, fine creature!” And he patted his neck and stroked his sides.
At once the ox pulled with all his strength. The carts moved on till the last cart stood where the first had been.
Then the crowd shouted, and they paid back the forfeit the man had lost, saying: “Your ox is the strongest ox we ever saw.”