I asked the donkey:
“O long-eared sage, how do you know the mark of a lie?”

He swayed his tail and said:
“O son of the witch, beware the tongue that swears too much.
For the oath is the cloak of the weak,
And the lie leans on it like a ******* on a crutch.
Truth needs no witness but itself;
It shines, and belief follows.”

I laughed:
“So, donkey, you are wiser than many who walk upright.”

The donkey brayed in laughter:
“Hahaha!
And that, my friend,
Is the very truth that enrages them most.”