"Now," said Kat, "you shall stay out here for the night until tommorrow comes when your new owner will come to pay for you and take you away to your new home. Your supper is all around you in the form of this lawn. You will be unable to escape," she said as she brought a magical barrier up around the perimeter of the yard.
"When Mom gets home, she will affix you with a taming bridle made specially for new witches' little brothers who have decided to turn them into an equine species. No rebelling from you, once it's attached and activated!"
"Have a nice night, little brother Dan! Or shall I say, you old jackass! Enjoy this weather! You need the shower after the mess you made upstairs! Haha!"
As she turned around to go back inside, Dan attempted to get her attention to plead for mercy.
"Eerrrgghhh hhaawww EEERRGGHHH hhhaaawww EEERRRGGHHH hhhhaaawww eeerrggghh hhaawww!," as not a sound of English escaped his thick black donkey lips. The braying no human would ever understand as any sort of intelligent thought. Not even Kat or her parents. Only to Dan. And that's it. "Her parents," not his. Not anymore. Donkeys don't have human parents.
She disappeared inside, and Dan was left with the sound of the pounding rain and a growing hunger. The yard with not an item of cover. Not even a tree. At least, not anything that could contain the body of a large 680 lb old donkey like him. There was the shed, but that would be entirely too small and is full of junk anyway. He'd be unable to grasp any of the objects in there, besides the fact that the door was locked. He had no key, and no hands to use a key or to grab objects out of the shed with.
Dan was left alone in the dark, shadowy backyard that he once played in as a boy. There was the swing set still there. The metal, hot to the touch with the mid-summer sun beating down on it in the middle of the day in his memories. That's all he'll be left with from now on. Just his memories of a distant human life. Now that swing set is just a lonely old swing set, cold and wet like him, and nobody playing on it. Least of all, him.
He looked back towards the house with the warm glow of the lights inside. He'll no longer fit through the doorway, designed for slim human figures. And even if he could, the inside of the house was designed for human habitation. Not for big clumsy old donkeys like him.
That didn't stop him from trying, of course. He started wandering towards the house, awkwardly walking on four legs for the first time. Then all the sudden, all the hair on his body stood up at once, and he froze in mid-stride. He couldn't move forward any further!
Backing up, he tried again. And again, something....an invisible barrier?.....prevented him from moving past the same spot.
He backed up again. This time, with the determination of running forward and plowing through. He never ran as a donkey before. But then again, he never walked forward or backward either. It seemed to come naturally to him! But even so, he bent down a bit and pawed at the ground with his fingerless hooves.
Working up the courage, he began to bray each time he pawed at the ground with his right hoof.
"Eerrgghh hhhaaww eeerrrgghh hhhaaww.," Dan muttered.
And away he dashed forward.
"EEERRRGGHH HHHHAAWWW!!!" he screamed in fear and pain, as he reared up on his hind legs with his ears back as hot electricity sizzled and crackled harmlessly hrough his large beastly body.
Kat wasn't kidding when she said she'd put up a magical barrier!
"Eerrrgghhh HHHAAWW eerrrgghhh HHHAAWW," Dan said angrily.
He turned around, his rear towards the house.....and felt hungry! He could clearly smell the fresh wet grass of his....his parents'.....the Spellman's.....backyard. Not his! Not anymore! He's no longer a Spellman. No longer Daniel Spellman. He'll be whatever name his future owner will give him. But regardless, the donkey formerly named Dan Spellman smelled the growing wet grass all around him, and got hungry.
Instinctively, he lowered his head, opened his mouth, parted his big black lips, and tore his first bite of grass from the ground. No hands needed. Just him on four legs and hooves, with his head bent, tearing up the grass and munching on it. He was grazing! Like a farmyard animal would! Well, that's what he was now! Just a farmyard animal! Meant only for pulling plows for the Amish farmers!
He was grazing for hours in the dark, cold, rainy backyard. Hardly noticing what he was doing. At one point, he was horrified that he was eating so disgracefully. But then again, that grass was so sweet and he was so hungry.
Eventually, he grew tired from his disgusting, shameful ordeal. His legs instinctively locked in place, and he fell asleep. On all fours. Outside. After eating the lawn. With the soft glow of the kitchen light casting shadows on the ground outside. A kitchen he would never see again in his entire life.