The sun was rising when the ferry docked, and the Coachwoman's workers on land began unloading the crates, setting most of them together on one part of the pier, while other crates were set aside, to await the men who had bought them, sight unseen.
Buyers were not wanting either.
The Coachwoman happily accepted their money for the donkeys, most of which were sold in pairs, or singularly.
A farmer came and bought Molly and Penny, then a salt mine worker took Amanda and Chloe, leading them away from the docks.
Addison almost wished she was going with Amanda or Molly.
It was afternoon, and Addison felt her stomach grumbling for food. She found herself dreaming of her mother's cooking until she glanced at Layla and remembered that she was no longer a girl. As a donkey, the best she could expect was straw or hay, and maybe oats on occasion.
She brayed sadly at the thought, but one bray among the many others made no difference.