This parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule.
That sounds lovely. Very tranquil and homely. I hope they are doing well.
That didn't take long.
The word you're looking for is "drown."
Look, I can criticise a lot of things here, but what really bothers me is that, once the mule drowns and begins decomposing, the smell will be unbearable. This farmer is a shortsighted man. I don't like him. He must be the villain of the story. Proceed.
Honestly that sounds like more work than just rescuing the mule.
Do note that the word "hysterical" carries connotations of laughter.
"Maybe we should finally embrace fluoridation!"
For a farmer, he seems exceptionally unfamiliar with dirt and water.
What kind of mule is this?
said Lil Wayne emphatically.
Work it, girl!
It was for the neighbors forced to pour dirt down a well, who, from cutting off a perfectly good supply of drinking water in order to save an animal whose meat is unpalatable and that is highly likely unable to reproduce and so to provide future benefits, probably all died of heat stroke.
This mule did almost nothing. The mule deserves no credit and should be put to death by the toiling masses who were exploited by the greedy farmer.
Life is somehow even more full of despair than this tale of a stupid mule that survived due to the convenient temporary nonexistence of mud.
I'd just like to reiterate that the mule did nothing more than take advantage of the toiling of others who were actually trying to murder it.
The farmer looked for the easiest way to get the problem out of his life and accidentally saved the lesser of two things that he could use to survive. I don't like this story and ask that you try again.