It is written that the ass - especially when it is carrying the child that has just been born - can stop at any moment. On this path or elsewhere. Without apparent reason. If one wishes for the ass to get going again, one must speak gently into the hollow of its ear. This method has not the least chance of success, but is something one must go through.
It is advisable to place one's voice well in the animal's pavilion. Do not pay attention to the alluvium blocking the auricular furrows; this was not secreted by the ass, but deposited by impatient people hurling abuse. Their voices, overcharged, only made it half way.
When one's voice reaches the eardrum, it will pierce it with a little cry of joy. This is nothing to worry about. The ass will not budge. It will play dead. Or be dead. For reasons beyond our will power, it will take many long years for the voice to move up the ass's acoustic meatus. Over the course of the operation, one will have grown considerably older oneself. This is no problem. The ass still won't budge. But it will not matter anymore. As we will have already carried the child that had just been born into adulthood.
From then on, it will be his turn, if he is patient enough to stand our presence at his side, to get us to move along by speaking gently into the hollow of our ear.