Donkeys, Jacks or Jennets, even those who after they were different, a manager decide that they warranted castration, and were gelded, all realized their fates and futures. As the longshoremen worked to have the wooden crates lifted aboard the ship, dozens of long furry ears were listening for a hint as to where next they would be going.
Brays and more brays, some faint, many loud, all in horrified unison after they overheard a man say, "This shipment is slated to go first to Brazil, and then to Argentina!
The boys go to Brazil to work, or mule sires, and the horny Jennets go to Argentina for sale to their donkey breeding farms to enjoy having their fun of being fucked stupid, and good riddance to them!"
When Marie heard what was her fate she lowered her donkey head and wanted to cry, but discovered to further her sense of shame, that equines can't cry tears.
Those who were donkey boys became hopeful of living a lifetime of constant sex, and the thrill they would gain for having a twenty inches long cock. They did not know enough about what happens to most donkeys who are male, they lose their balls to making them calm, attentive to their master.
As the dock crane lifted the last crate full of donkeys into the ship hold, a sea-cover was stretched to cover the hold, blacking out the sun, and adding to the fears felt by all as donkeys hat they had just entered into a made made Hell.