“I‘ve never been to Bremen, if that’s what you’re wondering, so I can’t tell you how to get there.”
The woman paused. She had been about to climb up on the humble creature’s back, but she stopped to address the unusual statement.
“I wasn’t wondering, and I don’t know why you’d think I would be wondering, about such a ridiculous thing.”
“Because Bremen is a place of beauty and rest and freedom. I assume everyone’s looking for it.”
The woman shook her head. “It never even occurred to me.”
The donkey was glad she had failed the test, because it was a long road to Bremen and his bones were weary.
Still, he looked at the woman with a hint of sadness: if she’d known what was important in life, she would have been looking for Bremen.