Pastor Veronica told the story of a sparrow lying in the street with its legs straight up in the air, straining. a warhorse walks up to it, and says, 'What on earth are you doing?' The sparrow replies, 'I heard the sky was falling, and I wanted to help. 'The warhorse sneers-- 'Do you really think you're going to hold back the sky, with those scrawny little legs?' And the sparrow says, 'One does what one can. '
I feel like an old warhorse at the sound of a trumpet when I read about the capturing of rare beetles.
Be a warhorse for work and enjoy even the struggle against defeat.
The bedraggled warhorse of American blowhardism.