The Leprechaun begins to look at you, the same as you have seen before a horse trainer-breeder inspecting a prospective stallion for use as a breeder stud. He spread your lips to check the pure color of those equine size teeth in a mouth not contoured for speech, but made to collect as allow you to eat, as graze.
He uses his petite hands to fondle the length of your forelegs, beginning near the shoulders and trailing down to your fore-hoofs, as he remarks, "Quite sound!"
The Leprechaun moves then to trailing his left hand along your spine, beginning at the withers to where he wishing to humiliate his fool captive, he plucks from the ground a Laurel leaf and holding it, he uses the leaf to trace a course around your protruded as highly sensitive black colored donkey anus. As the tracing sensation of your anus makes the donkey to shiver, the Leprechaun laughs at you in your predicament.
Shivering from fear and the rank sensation still, the Leprechaun continued his inspecting, he kneeling, then begin at the fondling of your genitals.