All day long, a little burro labours, sometimes with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries about things that bother only burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting than physical labour.
Once in a while, a kind monk comes to her stable and brings a pear, but more than that,
he looks into the burro’s eyes and touches her ears
and for a few seconds the burro is free and even seems to laugh,
because love does that.