It is easier for an intelligent donkey to act as would he ignorant, then an ignorant beast to act as if smart. As after a scared Karen backed away, turned and ran, she did not approach me for the rest to that first day of me residing at the restaurant.
Terry was friendly as were the many guests entering the restaurant, some petting me but most looked and walked past. My first day as the donkey in a petting zoo and about mid-afternoon Terry saddled me, and took me to give a donkey ride to a happy eighth birthday girl having her party at the restaurant. I was in the spirit of the party and ignored the girl kicking with her heels, she telling Terry to make me go faster; as if he was not there to lead, stear, and keep me under his watchful control. The young missy liked her ride and when they cut her cake, she brought me a peice.
Seemingly common as when I were to exercise even a little, my bladder would revolt and bring on an undeniable urge to urinate. The animal instinct inside my donkey brain suggested to have me stretch my stance and let go the flood of yellow frothed stench. Instead, I maintained my rule, as walking to where I felt safe as sure nobody might see, before I let go the control of my bladder, raining a mighty stream upon the pen ground.
All went well enough on my first twelve hour day inside the petting zoo pen. Terry fetched me back to my barn stall, where I noticed the Peppy residing to the left of my stall, she in her stall. Peppy was but a real pony mare, she as ignorant as a common brick. Although her nostrils knew what was male or female, and she smelling me acted as a nervous pony mare for most of that second night.
Maybe naturally I did not get much sleep while Peppy snorted, whinnied, and drove my donkey sinuses crazy from her aroused scent. Hell's bells, the rank scent of a mare aroused kept me awake and masturbating through most of the night. My horny situation was brought to note when Terry arrived early to the barn. I could have laughed when Terry walked into my stall and lost his footing, he slipping from stepping in a pooled puddle of my expended semen.
"What the," Terry yelped when he slipped, and caught hold of my stall wall and a hand full of my donkey fur, he almost yanked out from my back. "What, oh sure Peppy, she is in season and you being all there still a Jack male, you smelling her, so I guess the puddle is an obvious result!" Terry said, as if talking for his own reasoning ways. He had then no idea about what I wrote to Karen that made her run away from me.
Terry was surprised as to my still groomed as clean self, or with the exception of my sticky cock and the new pearl forming inside the distal end hole of a male donkey's cock.
Peppy was not in good condition, she having made a royal mess of her tail, rump, hind legs and the lying down into her own manure, she was a stinky mess!
"Hello there, good morning Karen," Terry said as he greeted his helper.
"Peppy made a mess of herself during the night, so if you would, take care of feeding Charley his morning rations if you please; oh and be careful, he got aroused more than once during the night. Beware of a puddle of his semen to his left side of the stall, I almost slipped!" Terry commenting said to Karen as she stood and stared into my face.
Karen spoke not a word to me, she knowing for fact I could understand her and was rational enough to have written her name. She served to me a square of hay and a full two pound scoop of mixed grains. I ate by letting the donkey instincts prevail. Later, Terry came to take me to the petting pen, he smiling broadly, and muttering, said some as to Karen, she acting defiant, told Terry to lead me out to the pen. He thought her reasons as quite funny, and looking at me he as asked, "I hear you can understand English so well, you write answers using a hoof in the pen sands!"
Right about then I knew I made a mistake by informing of Karen I was not an all dumb animal. I liked her, oh not her sexy tits, but her, her attitudes, her general manners of how she cared. I wanted to contact her again and explain, or maybe, I had stated too much already.