Just then the land based telephone began to ring. Dave turned to give a look at the devil named Decatur, as said, "Should I answer the phone?"
Devil familiar Decatur offered Dave a grimaced stare, as the devil had nothing to lose.
Dave walked to the phone, lifted the hand-set, and said "Hello," spoken with a nervous tone to his voice.
"Dave, hey hi there this is Mr. Manson, I am the father of Darla, she was to your farm this afternoon she mentioned. Well she ate supper and went out for a run, it is getting dark, I wondered if she returned to visit you again?"
As Dave inhaled a breath to answer, Darla yelled aloud from across the room, "I am here Dad, could you come and get me!"
"That is an answer, I will drive over to your farm, be there in ten minutes!" Mr. Manson said, and Darla felt then a stab of pain delivered by Decatur.
Darla crumpled to the living room floor, she moaning from the spiked pain gifted her for talking out of turn.
"What now," asked Dave of Decatur?
"If you called for me to intervene, she would be a third Mammoth donkey for your farm. Instead you try to handle things alone, as make a mess to a simple transformation curse." Decatur said, as he stepped over Darla moaning there on the living room floor.
"Ten minutes is not much time," Dave said!
"Bah, ten minutes and Darla could be led to the barn and put in a stall," Decatur replied!
"No, no, what if you changed her back to her original self and she promises never to tell," Dave suggesting, asked of Decatur.
"Excuse me Master, but you are a hysterical damn fool, you leave this to me," Decatur so said.
"Darla rise, straighten yourself, as rise up, hoover without touching the floor. Do you hear me, as you know the level of pain I can exert. Know too, that at anytime I deem to do it, I can transform you to be a similar donkey size animal to your brother Tye. I plan for you to go with your father, as clothed but wearing your pelt of donkey blackened hide and gray fur.
Now then, as with each passing day that you do not confide as how your body is as changed, a portion of your changed self shall revert to being again human. That is my offer, take it or leave it, but if you do not agree to my offer, expect then by next week, and about the same day of the week, you shall return here to reside here being a jennet donkey, but then feeling equine estrus!" A forceful sounding Decatur devil familiar told then Darla what she had as a choice.
Darla hung there held mid-air, her weightless body turning in a slow spiraling down to where her black toes touched then the living room carpet.
"Time is now, and you choose what?" Decatur asked, as the sound outside was the crunching of driveway gravel being crunched by the tires of Mr. Manson's car.
"I promise not to say a word about you, Dave, of my changed self to anybody alive, but I might beg of God to forgive me for promising of anything to a Devil!" Darla said as from there in the room, the torn pieces as parts of what she wore there to Dave's farm rose up, and flew into place as adorning Darla to being fully clothed as when she arrived.
The knocking at the front door caused Darla to sigh.