Becca couldn't really reply, how could she? All she could do now was bray. How would Jonah know the difference from a bray and an apology?
Jonah was getting cocky about what he could do, with realising there was someone behind him.
"Jonah, dear, what are you doing in Rebecca's room?"
Jonah's pupils shrunk in fear. He knew who that was. His mother. He didn't know how he was going to explain himself, how was he going to explain what he did to Becca? There was no way he could hide what he had done.
Jonah's mother, Kristy, looked past his shoulder to see Becca on all fours. This didn't really phase her that she was on all fours. Kristy slowly raised her hand to wave at her daughter. "Oh, hello Rebecca".
Becca just brayed in anger and fear, trying to gesture to Jonah that he did what has happened to her.
Kristy just sighed "I wish that I could understand why you joined that donkey therapy clinic sometimes. I know that you wanted to go, but I never understood why. Anyways, tea will be ready in a minute, I just need a lay down from work".
Jonah's mouth was agape. He could do anything he wanted and people would think that it was normal. He turned to the confused and worried Becca, with a big smile on his face...