She ran back to the boy who had stopped crying. He was still sitting there, waving his tail behind him slowly, his donkey muzzle went to the ground pulling at some grass. Michelle brayed at him.
The boy looked up. "What? Can't you see I'm eating?" he said. "Yes, I can. But I need your help. How did you get that?" Michelle asked pointing at his tail.
"Simple." The boy said. "I acted like a jackass. Just like you have been doing. Now let me eat." The boy resumed grazing.
“Did you hear the boy? Find other boys who don't have a tail yet and get one together!!!” The jenny inside her was a constant companion now, and Michelle was having a hard time ignoring it.
She spent the next hour searching the island, but finding a kid without a tail was hard. Her ears drooped...until she saw Becca. The donkey inside her gave a happy bray, which Michelle let out. She didn't try to hold it in anymore.
"Becca!!!" she called waving. Becca was sitting on a bench watching the carnage with a confused look.
"Michelle?" Becca rose.
"What is wrong with your ears?" Michelle asked. "They are so short, how can you hear anything." she said, giving them a tug that left the ear a bit stretched.
"What is wrong with my ears? More like what is wrong with everyone else's ears." In case you haven't noticed everyone on the island has donkey ears." Becca said.
"This is a bad thing?" Michelle asked in a confused voice Becca was about to speak when Michelle silenced her.
"You need another beer." Becca's eyes glazed a bit. "They were good..." she took one and chugged it down.
"Now, do as I do, and tell me it doesn't feel good." Michelle lowered herself to her hands and knees and began braying.
“That's it. Keep it up. Becca’s ears are stretching to catch the sound.” The donkey inside Michelle said excitedly. Becca's ears were indeed responding to the rhythmic sound. With each haw, they stretched a bit more.
"Don't you feel like there is an animal inside you Becca? Let it out!" Michelle said. Becca finally snapped the chains and let her inner donkey loose.
Becca lowered herself to her hands and knees and began braying as Michelle.
They brayed together for five long minutes. Giving a sigh of contentment they sat down.
"Better?" Michelle asked. Becca brayed. "Now you are talking." Michelle laughed. "Now I need help from you." Michelle said.
"Forget it! I'm off to have more fun. See ya sucker!" As Becca turned and ran on all fours, Michelle saw what looked like a brown rope running all the way down her pants. A black tassel stuck out the bottom of her pant leg. Michelle brayed angrily because Becca had grown a tail before her.