A horse used to carry his rider into battle felt himself growing old and chose to work in a miller instead.
He now no longer found himself stepping out proudly to the drums' beating, but was compelled to slave away all day grinding the corn.
Bewailing his hard lot, he said one day to the miller, "Ah me! I was once a splendid war-horse gaily caparisoned and attended by a groom whose sole duty was to see to my wants.
How different is my present condition! I wish I had never given up the battlefield for you the miller."
The miller replied with asperity, "It's no use your regretting the past. Fortune has many ups and downs. You take them as they come."
Moral: Whatever you got is best for you.
