Chris and the other boys looked at each other. Each one wondered why he was in a room filled with donkeys. Gradually it dawned and the room became flooded with frightened brays. Chris couldn't understand any of it. He didn't know what a bray meant. But he would have to learn. He ran for the tent flap only to be startled by a new horror. The carnival was flooded with donkeys. Every patron was now a common, braying ass. Chris never felt more defeated. He would just live the rest of his life as an animal. It was almost unbearable. There seemed to be no one running the carnival. People, or rather, donkeys just left whenever they felt like it. The donkey that was once Chris walked for miles. He lost track of time and direction. Suddenly, he stumbled. There before him was a cabage. After all those apples he was still hungry. It took no time for him to eat the whole thing. He sighed and continued on his way. But something didn't seem right. What was it? He looked down at his feet. HIS TWO FEET! He all over. He was all there. No tail! No long ears! He felt like celebrating. He ran through the streets. He didn't care that he was buck naked, he was human again! Though if he had seen the black car behind him, he might not have been so happy...