Mrs Doc and I visited a Cider Mill a few months ago, that had a bunch of kiddy rides. We enjoyed the afternoon away, watching kids having fun on the various contraptions. One of the rides was a simple live merry go-round thing, with a bunch of ponies tied to bars, spaced just wide enough for them to walk in the circle with their faces in the butt of the pony ahead.
I thought they were all ponies until one of them turned around and decided to walk the other way. His ears perked up and low-and-behold, there stood a jack-ass. We got a kick out of watching the teenagers try to turn that mule around and head him the other way, so the kiddies could have their ride, but the old guy wouldn't change his mind. It wasn't long before they unhitched him and led him away. Maybe he was pretty smart though, he got out of doing anything for the rest of the day
Doc
I thought they were all ponies until one of them turned around and decided to walk the other way. His ears perked up and low-and-behold, there stood a jack-ass. We got a kick out of watching the teenagers try to turn that mule around and head him the other way, so the kiddies could have their ride, but the old guy wouldn't change his mind. It wasn't long before they unhitched him and led him away. Maybe he was pretty smart though, he got out of doing anything for the rest of the day

Doc