"A donkey?" you ask.
"Look at it. Its horrifying right? Just look at it there."
The donkey doesn't seem very mobile. In fact you think it is stuffed.
"It's dead."
"Yeah..yeah it is dead isn't it."
An awkward silence falls.
"So this is it?" you ask.
"That's about it." he says.
The stuffed donkey falls to the floor. You held the good doctor pick it up, take a moment to pity him, and are on your way. You look at your hands.
That's strange. The fur from that donkey isn't coming off my hands.