Jack and Allison skipped out of the boat and into the park, hand in hand. Stopping to take in the park, they were blown away by how massive it was. Rides everywhere, a huge pasture to play sports in, a hotel...and kegs too!
Allison nudged Jack. “Let’s start there.” She said, pointing to a massive mansion that with a sign that said “open for destruction.”Jack gave a mischievous grin.“Let’s tear it apart!”
Jack and Allison couldn’t believe how much fun they were having. Anything that could be broken, was broken. They smashed lamps, threw bricks through windows, hung from expensive looking chandeliers until they fell. They thoroughly enjoyed tearing apart the house with the mob of kids.
“Hee Hee Hee that was so much fun!” Jack laughed. Allison looked at him oddly. “You have a really high laugh.” Jack just shrugged. “Who cares? No rules here remember?
Allison got defensive. “Now....how about we get that beer?” Jack agreed immediately.
Finding the nearest keg, they gulped down a mug each and took one to go. As they wandered off, Jack felt a pleasant sensation in his ears. As if someone was gently tugging on them. Raising his hands to his ears, he felt the tips of his ears push into his hands.
“Allison, is something wrong with my ears?” He asked. Allison examined him. “Yeah, they are pointed and about an inch longer than I remember!”
Jack felt his ears again, they were very soft, as if a velvet covering was on them. As he felt them, they kept stretching until they were high above his head and the velvet coating had burst into a coat of gray hair.
Allison nudged him out of his exploration. “Look at those kids.” A group of boys had just ran by. One of them had foot long ears towering over his head, and they were covered in what looked like brown hair.
Jack looked at his beer. Donkey Beer said the label. “Hahaheehaw. I get it! Allison look at the beer! It must make you think everyone is a donkey when you are drunk.”
Allison took another swig of her beer. “No fooling, I swear I just saw a guy with a tail sticking outof his shorts. Hee hee hee!” Jack looked at her.
“Now I don’t want you to make fun of my laugh.” Allison blushed.
“Hey Allison, feel your ears.” Jack said, smirking. Allison went to feel her ears...only to find them tall over her head. “Hahahahaw! We are so smashed! Come on, let’s hit the coaster!” Allison said.
Jack and Allison were initially dismayed to find a long line for the coaster, foot long ears drooping. While the wait was tedious, they enjoyed watching the people around them. This beer was amazing. It made the illusions look and feel so real!
The boy in front of them had a reddish brown tail with a black tassel hanging out of a rip in his shorts. Feeling mischievous, Jack pulled onthe boy’s tail. “HEE-HAW!” The boy brayed in surprise. Jack and Allison both laughed hysterically, occasionally breaking into brays themselves.
“Very funny, asses. Pull on your own next time!” He said as the line started moving. “Good one, Jack.” Allison whispered. Suddenly they heard a loud bray and a donkey wandered out of the line towards the pasture area.
“Good! Less people in line!” Jack noted happily.
“Hey Jack?” Allison said, ears twitching in thought. “Remember when we were laughing at that boy? There were moments during that laugh where I felt a deep pressure in my chest, and my laugh would break a bit and the pressure released.”
Jack remembered it fondly. “Of course I do. It felt great. I wish we could do that outside of laughing.” Allison’s ears waggled happily.
“You know what, you are right. It felt so freeing.”
Finally they filed onto the coaster. They could barely contain their excitement. This coaster would be great. Sitting up a little to see over the ears of the boys in front of them, they braced themselves. The coachman laughed evilly. He had found the perfect group of kids this time. They were practically donkeys before they came. He hadn’t had one panicky donkey out of this whole group.
They simply ripped out of their clothes, and wandered off to the pasture when they were ready. Some boys and girls went to the pasture before they were changed. There were a couple on their hands and knees there now, human mouths to the ground tearing out clumps of grass. These batches were so much easier than having to round up a horde of panicked, kicking donkeys from all over the island.