You trot for what seems like hours when you find a truck parked beneath a tall oak. The tailgate has been lowered and two shirtless farmhands are resting in the bed, staring up at the blue sky and white clouds.
You ignore them. Something else has your attention. To drive the truck through, they opened a gate. More important, they neglected to close the gate behind them. A possible exit is only a few yards distant.
You could gallop the distance, but that might draw attention to yourself. Perhaps it would be better to slowly walk toward the open gate and not risk the notice of humans. Despite your excitement and desire to get to your home as soon as possible, you impose some restraint and walk deliberately toward the gate.
You pass through the gate and start down the road at a more steady trot, your hooves clopping loudly on the paved road. It's your furry, oversized ears that pick up the first hint your escape could be challenged.
"Would you look at that?" One of the farmhands sits up in the bed of the truck and spits a blade of straw from his lips. "Where does that jackass think he's going?"
"You left the damn gate open!" The other hand groans as he sits up and reaches for his hat. The wide brim shades him from the sun as he places the hat on his head and watches your surprising speed as you become desperate to put more distance between you and them.
His co-worker coughed and spit on the ground. "Let's go get him."
In your panic, your donkey cock emerges and bounces up and down with each step. Your tail flicks and exposes a drooping pair of dark balls. Your lungs are heaving as you try to force your donkey body to move more quickly.
Your eyes detect a curve in the road. It looks deceptively close.