AN Ox, unable to extricate himself from the mire into which he
sank, was advised to make use of a Political Pull.  When the
Political Pull had arrived, the Ox said: "My good friend, please
make fast to me, and let nature take her course."

  So the Political Pull made fast to the Ox's head and nature took
her course.  The Ox was drawn, first, from the mire, and, next,
from his skin.  Then the Political Pull looked back upon the good
fat carcase of beef that he was dragging to his lair and said, with
a discontented spirit:

  "That is hardly my customary fee; I'll take home this first
instalment, then return and bring an action for salvage against the
skin."