You feel the lip pinch down hard on you ears but biting your knuckles you manage to keep from crying out in pain. You quietly pull your ears out of the lid and wait listening to the voices slowly move away from your hiding place. You soon can only hear the sounds of the donkeys in the stalls around you.
"Well I don't want any loose ends! Find the missing one before we leave the island. Look everywhere! He has to be someplace!"
"Yes Boss."
"What if we don't find him?"
"Oh we will...where does he have to go?"
Your pants feel so uncomfortable with the hole that had been torn in them as your tail had grown and now that it's retreated you feel the air blowing into the hole. The insides of the barrel feels so confining and restricting as you wait nervously for the men you hear outside to leave. You wait for what feels like forever as you hope that no one is about you push up the lid so you can look out to see if it is safe to get out of the confining barrel. As you had waited, you felt your ears pulling inwards until you had your human ears once again. As you lift up the lid to look about you find...