"I've got to get the amulet back," Jared thought to himself. "It's got to be still inside the store."
He trotted around the side of the building and entered a narrow alleyway to find a back entrance with less prominence as seen from the main street. His hooves and their metal shoes made an almost rhythmic clip-clopping noise as he trotted on the warm, oily asphalt. He found the door, but he studied it with disappointment. The solid-looking door looked like much less of a possibility than the largely all-glass door at the front of the shop.
He felt his long donkey cock go "slap, slap" on the underside of his furry belly as he stood in the alley and debated his options. Should he go home and hope for help from his family? He rejected the notion due to the simple fact he couldn't talk, couldn't do anything but bray at them. He wondered if the website he had found offered reliable information. What if there wasn't really a 12-hour deadline? Did he want to take that chance?
Still running a frenzied assortment of thoughts through his brain, he trotted back to the front of the store. He stood at the door, seeing his reflection in the glass. He hated the image of himself as the donkey, but that was him now, unless he retrieved the amulet. His mind made up, he turned away from the store's front door and then backed up against it. With all his strength, he reared up on forelegs and kicked back with his back ones. He heard the glass shatter from the impact with his metal-shoed hooves.
He found that his donkey body didn't do anything quickly. He had to clumsily turn around to examine the damage he had done to the door. His well-placed kick had broken the door's glass into hundreds of shards that now littered the floor within the shop. His hooves crunched over the shards as he boldly entered the store and made his way through the aisles toward the front counter. The door proved a tight squeeze, but he managed to work his new body inside the store. He tried to keep alert for a gleam from the shiny object, but most of the lights had been turned off, casting the store's interior into a dingy dimness.
"Where is it?" Jared wondered. "Eee-Haw!"