I sure do miss my old donkey. Elsie and me used to haul stone to where they was building one o’ them new-fangled Greek temples, and one day she gets curious about who lives inside. Turned out to be some lady named Medusa, and poor girl ain’t been the same since.
Allan and the mule, by Tobyotter, licensed under CC BY 4.0
The dog’s name is Allan? I don’t know why but that amuses me. There’s just something about pets with normal, boring human names.
Mike, thank you–I needed this belleh laugh.
I love everything about this.
I just want to hug that little donkey, stone or not.
Somewhere Robert Allen Zimmerman is confused.
That ‘last’ look though…