Beast Boy

He has lost his way in this thick wood. Which direction took he? Quick — point it out to me.' 'He — but wait; I will go with thee.' 'Good — good! Why, truly thou art better than thy looks. Marry, I do think there's not another archangel with so right a heart as thine. Wilt ride? Wilt take the wee donkey that's for my boy, or wilt thou fork thy holy legs over this ill-conditioned slave of a mule that I have provided for myself? — and had been cheated in, too, had he cost but the indifferent sum of a month's usury on a brass farthing let to a tinker out of work.' 'No — ride thy mule, and lead thine ass; I am surer on mine own feet, and will walk.' 'Then, prithee, mind the little beast for me while I take my life in my hands and make what success I may toward mounting the big one.' Then followed a confusion of kicks, cuffs, tramplings and plungings, accompanied by a thunderous intermingling of volleyed curses, and finally a bitter apostrophe to the mule, which must have broken its spirit, for hostilities seemed to cease from that moment ...»