I stood and watched the busy people working there at the restaurant. I was not so lonely, as Peppy the pony mare stood beside me, she and I standing equine style her head near my butt, as heer tail swishing the irritating flies from off my face. Although Peppy was an irritant as well, she occasionally ducking her head to giving my sheath a touch, a sniffing, and worse, she would then lick at my sheath.
Her continuing bothersome attention toward me was to instill in me her want for me to mount her, as mate with her.
The thought of trying mating with a mare had crossed my mind several times, and from her scent the true donkey instincts inside my brain acted as well to stimulate the idea of somehow mating with Peppy. When I felt my sheath stir and an arousal as coming, I would walk away from Peppy, to a safer distance and if possible as be upwind of her lovely disturbing scent.
Karen entered the petting pen to try and separate me from Peppy. She knew enough for how Peppy was acting that the pony mare might get me worked up to try and mate, and the head waiter might not wish to give his restaurant guests a freeview, and a virtual lesson in equine reproduction.
Karen did a double-take look when she noticed that I had written her a message of, "PLEASE, SORRY, FRIENDS!"
"Friends, well maybe, but you need to do a lot of explaining, I embarrassed myself by telling Terry about how you could write as understand what was said!" Karen gruffly whispered her thoughts to me, as she lead Peppy to stand alongside the aisle entering the restaurant, tied her rein to the fence, I wandered then to the furthest upwind fence of the petting pen.
Karen looked first to see if Terry was anywhere nearby before she walked to come near me. I was prepared to begin and explain, as scrawled words, "I WAS JOHN BEDFORD. I OWNED A MAGICAL COIN. I PETTED THIS DONKEY..."
Karen read what I wrote, and used her show to brush away the words as she read and said them.
"THE COIN MAKES BODY SWAPS HAPPEN. AS I MERGED INTO THE DONKEY. HE INTO WHAT WAS ME."
"I AM STUCK BEING LIKE THIS. HE, THAT DONKEY WILL NOT TRADE BACK."
Karen read and understood better my plight, and she apologized about getting upset with me.
"THANKS YOU ARE NICE PERSON!" I wrote, as by then we had stood there for too long and I noticed of passing guests were looking our way. As with a loud snort I bucked to one side and scampered a few trots away from Karen. She then looked up and seemed to understand why I acted as a stupid untrusting animal.
Later, Terry came close to where I stood accepting petting from passing children.
"Any complaints there stud, I cleaned up your stall, washed away your semen puddle, what you say, as say a thank you?" Terry talking tried to taunt me to reply, so I did my best to give a proper donkey response to a human, I farted!
I almost laughed from the horrid smell of a donkey fart, as recalled having watched U-tube, as humorist George Carlin explained the types of farts. My memories are what keeps me from allowing the donkey mindset fromm taking of fuller control; we fight often but for the present I remain as vigilant.
Terry vacated the area infected by the smell of gut toasted oats, hay, and various sweet treats given to a donkey.