When Jeff finally tired of his futile protest of the unfairness of his situation, everything remained unchanged. He was an animal, and one of the lowest of the low — a common donkey with the enormous and hairy upright ears, the drooping snout, the grossly sagging belly of an overweight beast, and a ludicrously enormous set of dark balls and a long black hose of a cock.
He shook his head back and forth in a sad, resigned motion. He had wandered in his misery close to the front of his compound, which had the undesired consequences of placing him in view of the zoo's visiting public, including two youths of approximately Jeff's age... or rather his age prior to his unfortunate experience with the Chronivac.
The red-haired boy with the green eyes and heavy freckles proved innovative and turned his plastic straw into an efficient blowgun for delivering volleys of bits of spit-soaked napkin. He dropped a spitball into the makeshift tube, took a deep breath, aimed, and projected the spitball deep into Jeff's right ear. With such a large target, it was almost impossible to miss.
Jeff felt a soft splat deep in his ear and overheard the mocking laughter of boys. He turned and saw two indistinct shapes on the other side of the moat and fence that separated his compound from freedom and the public.
The red-head boy's friend with a buzz cut of dark hair demanded a turn. His buddy surrendered the straw. Jeff hadn't quite figured out their intentions. He simply felt humiliated in the presence of two boys who would have once been his peers.
The stockier boy emulated his friend and took precise aim as the ugly donkey stood like a dumb animal and stared toward them. He succeeded in launching a spitball deep into the ugly black left nostril of the stupid jackass. The boys roared with their laughter when the donkey shook its head and bellowed a raucous bray.
Jeff turned to flee, but this simply exposed his backside to the boys. The stocky one pelted the donkey's dark, velvet-draped balls with adhesive spitballs. Jeff felt one after the other of the sticky missiles splat against his ball and adhere to it. He brayed again, loud and clear, in his outrage. "Heee-Haw! Heee-Haw!"
The other boy had fashioned more spitballs and a second straw into a blowgun. Even while Jeff brayed stupidly he continued to get pelted until he trotted off to the far side of the compound, driven off by a couple of juvenile delinquents.
The loud voices of the boys followed him, heaping more humiliations upon him. "Look at the size of that donkey's dick!" The red-headed boy said. "What does something that ugly need with such a big dick?"
Jeff felt an overpowering wave of humiliation. There was nothing he could do to prevent the two boys from gawking at him and mocking him. Again, the unfairness of the situation irritated him to the brink of an explosion.
"Why?" He brayed. "Why?"
A small mercy solved the problem when a zoo employee, who had witnessed some of the obnoxious behavior, dispersed the boys. By that time, they had already grown bored of him.
"Who cares about a fat old donkey anyway?" The red-haired teen asked with superiority.
They laughed some more and disappeared into the blurry crowd.
Jeff heard the question over and over again. "Who cares? Who cares about a fat, old, smelly, stupid donkey?"
He brayed with all his heart, and in his mind he was screaming one word. "Help!"