You make it around the curve and the road stretches out ahead of you. There are miles to go, but your donkey stamina shows no signs of diminishing. You begin to believe you can do this!
Then a truck's tires squeal as one of the hands drives the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road, blocking your path. Doors slam as the shirtless farmhands leap from the truck and advance toward you. Frozen in place, hooves planted on the asphalt, your long, hairy ears twitch, one at a time, as the two men walk toward you. Young, unkempt men, jovial with each other as they try to get closer, you feel affronted that they would even dare to interfere with your necessary plans.
One of them carries a section of rough rope in one hand. You should be trying to gallop away from them as fast as your four legs can carry you, but in the presence of these two humans your asinine instincts are to grow quite docile and compliant. You give a shake of your head, trying to clear your thoughts, just as the man with the rope throws an arm around your neck. He's had lots of practice, and he's able to loop the rope bridle around your long, erect ears and your wide snout with maximum efficiency.
"No!" You bray in protest. These two bumpkins are depriving you of your human existence. You must get home, make contact with the former donkey who should be in this body, if you're ever to regain human form. You're an accomplished professional man with a successful career. They're dressed in dusty, torn jeans and boots. You go to work every day in tailored, expensive suits. You have access to all the latest technological gadgets. They've just defeated you with a coil of rope.
The hand tugs at the rope and forces you to turn back toward the farm. "You going looking for a quick fuck, boy?" The hand asks as he leads you along the side of the road. He has noticed your large, glaringly obvious erection that you'd nearly forgotten. "Don't worry. There's a nice jenny back at the barn."
HeeeHaw! "You don't understand. Stop! Please!"
He ignores your braying and tells his friend to drive the truck back. "I'll just walk him to the barn and meet up with you."
"Oh god! No! It's not fair!" You continue braying. Your large eyes blink. You would cry, but the tears don't come. So close! Only to be deprived of your freedom by this ignorant clod.
You unwillingly submit and let him lead you. You're already forming a plan. You've got your intelligence, fortunately. You can be patient. This is a setback, but you still have 23 hours! More than enough time.
You have stopped moving, but he smacks your rump with a wide palm. A hand with fingers and a thumb. But now your fingers and toes are all engulfed by the hard hooves.
You make one last, sad bray before you trudge behind this man as he leads you back to this unwanted life.