Paola shed several tears as she carried two large baskets full of grapes on each side that she had been tasked. The grape pickers put them in those baskets to start later the winemaking process.
Only a few days ago Paola had been a normal blonde girl, whose only work she had to do was learning in school and doing various chores around her family's house.
Now, she was a scared little brown donkey, who was forced to perform hard labor. It was her first day as a real beast of burden.
As Paola, Nicole and the other donkeys were carrying heavy loads of fruit day long in the vineyard. Neither of them had slept very well the previous night.
It was hard to adjust from laying in a comfortable and cozy bed to laying on the hard ground with only straw to serve as their bedding as flies buzzed around them. In addition, the thought of what the next day would be like had kept them from sleeping.
Paola wished she still had the ability to talk, but alas all she could do was bray like the donkey she had become. she wished she could communicate with others and warn them about what had happened to her and her friends on Pleasure Island, but it was too late for that.
She regretted her bad behavior that she and the other boys and girls that had been lured to the island had been, but what kid at their ages knew any better?
They had all been tricked and now their lives had been eternally ruined as they were forced into slavery by the most wicked and evil man they would probably ever meet in their lifetime.