Andy the donkey lived a beast's life, and most of the time he was a donkey the animal mentality won over the kinder, human entity residing somewhere in the back of a small donkified brain.
He was there, having grown to relish what his donkey self seemed to like best.
Yet, the things taught him during those early, formative years as his mother and father educated their son well. Even when he the donkey stood humped and thrusting, following the brutal, instinctive patterns common to animal breeding, as mating, as mated, Andy knew he was once human. As if still human his passions would be for his kind, of human females. Instead, evil forces changed his life path, forcing him to obey lusts and cast-off the personal hygiene practices taught him; as much from becoming to being and living as is, or do animals, Andy knew what was right and what was of being an animal.
A bit of personal pondering come from this story about Anthony, and asks if he learned to enjoy being a beast, or hated Darren for doing what he did?