Driving through the whole city but no one seemed to care about almost as if no one could see it and so they arrived at the harbor.
“Kinda ironic that we got suspended for braying in class and we are pulled to this place by donkeys.” Clarisa said with a laugh. Juliet looked at the donkeys and something felt strange about them, but she couldn’t say what it was.
The coach wagon stopped and the driver told them to climb down and head to the empty boat.
“Isn’t it odd that we are the only ones getting here?” Juliet asked but Clarisa didn’t seem to mind it and had already gotten into the boat.
“The other kids are probably already there.” Clarisa said with a shrug.
“You going to join me, my partner in brays?” Clarisa asked with a laugh. Juliet thought about the pros and cons, either her angry father or three days of fun with her friend. “Well ok what do I have to lose!” She finally said and jumped on board.
The ride was short. They arrived at a dark island with a large pair of double doors. The two got out and found a line of boys and girls there.
“See Juliet? They were already here. Look! More donkeys. That seems to be a theme today.” Clarisa said, pointing to a line of donkeys being led into a corral.
“Might be. Odd it seems they are coming from inside of the park!” Juliet said but what was even stranger some of the donkeys seemed to wear pieces of clothing. A sock there and even something that looked like ripped shorts.
“Ahm, Clarisa? What's with the ripped and torn stuff on the donkeys?”
Dunno. Who cares? I kinda envy them anyways. Donkeys never have to worry about school.” Juliet looked at her friend in wonder, sure they had some problems from time to time but still she wouldn’t share her life with that off a donkey.
She wanted to answer Clarisa when the massive doors started to open. Clarisa streamed in with the kids, Juliet following close behind. The park was massive. All kinds of rides, from roller coasters to tea cups, were going. Kids were everywhere. There were no adults aside from some men working the vendors.
“Oh wow....what do you want to do first!?” Clarisa asked in wonder.
Juliet looked around; there was an almost endless amount of choices one could make, roller coasters, bumper cars, carousels and so on.
“What about that?” She asked pointing at a dangerously fast looking carousel. Clarisa nodded.
“Ha! Guess what the carousel animals are.”
“What are they?” Juliet asked while they walked over to the machine. “Are you brain dead? Donkeys of course. They are really going all out on the donkey theme.”
“Odd, why would they, not really very cool or interesting animals.” Juliet replied looking at one of the donkey vehicles of the carousel.
“To encourage us to have fun maybe? Donkeys don’t exactly think much. So lets stop!” She climbed on a donkey. Juliet shook her head but followed waiting for the carousel to start.
It was fast, so fast that the surrounding area became little more than a blur of colors.
Clarisa put her hands in the air. This was almost like a roller coaster. They were moving so fast she felt like all the blood was going to her ears. Finally the ride slowed. She got off on wobbly legs.
“How you feel?” Clarisa asked with a smile. “Nauseous....!” Juliet exclaimed trying to take a deep breath. “Wow that was a killer ride!”
“Juliet...have your ears always come to a point?” Clarisa asked curiously. her friend’s ears did indeed now have a slight tip to them.
“To a point?” Juliet asked before reaching for her ears. She probed them with her fingers under her shaggy hair and indeed their rounded form had changed to a slight point.
She looked at Clarisa; “And what about yours?”Clarisa stopped smiling and brought her fingers to her ear. They too had a clear point to them...not only that but the very tip felt like hair was growing on it.
“Ummm..Juliet, I think my ears have more than just a point to them. I can’t see them, what do they look like?”
Juliet moved closer and looked at her friends ears, indeed something was off; “You are growing brown hairs on your ears!” She said and got a bad feeling.
Clarisa explored her ears further. The rounded tops of her ears were very clearly pointed, and at the tips She could feel velvety hair.
“You know what? I don’t care. I kinda like them. What’s next?”