Coach Wurlitzer smiled as he reviewed Todd's updated file.
"Yep, donkey-boy, you're going to help us win the cross-country championship this year," he grinned, as Todd knocked on his door.
"You wanted to see me coach?" Todd asked.
"Yes, Donk--I mean, Todd, we've got big hopes for our track's cross-country team this year with you as the team's anchor. Today you'll start training for the marathon, so I want you to just have you jog along with the pack as they make their 5 mile run, tomorrow, I'll expect you to go 10, and by week's end you should be running 26 miles per day. Okay?"
"Five miles?" Todd asked rubbing a slightly pointy furry ear.
"Don't worry, I have it on good authority that you can do that and more!"
Todd adjusted his tight jockstrap, and he asked, "Do you have a larger size jockstrap?"
The coach's jaw dropped, "You've got the XXL already, but I'll see if I can't get you a larger size? Now git out there and start training!"
"Yes sir," and Todd trotted out toward the field where the other cross country team members were already assembling.
The coach picked up the phone, "This the Tack Shop? Yeah, I recall that they make a sort of jockstrap for horses and donkeys to keep them from mating? Yeah, do you carry an extra small size? On second thought, maybe a small would be better. Huh? Oh, it's for a young burro..."