The Carabao and the Deer
A deer passes a carabao plowing in the field:
I pity you, carabao; you are always working for others. After the rice has grown, you're not allowed near it. I go where I please.
A few days later, hunters carry the deer tied to pole, pass the place where carabao is still working.
Hello, friend dear, I find it better to be working than to be carried tied to a pole, more than a mere prisoner.