The farmhand tied Matt to a post and then retrieved a high-pressure water hose and turned on the spigot.
Directing the high-intensity spray of cold water at the sorry ass, the hand made sure to aim the hose at the filthiest regions of an almost completely nasty body. Matt brayed from surprise and more humiliation as the hand forced a stream of water up his puckered hole. The hand kept walking around the donkey, careful to shoot the stream of water over almost every inch of the animal's mangy, pest-bitten hide. He spent a lot of time soaking the dense fur covering Matt's belly. The clear water turned gray and filthy by the time it leaked out of the thick fur and splashed to the ground, thus gradually cleaning the belly fur of the worst of the filth that the farmer's sorry new acquisition had managed to acquire over the course of its daily grind.
Having cleaned the ass's dirty bum and belly, he directed the jet of water into the donkey's face, laughing when the spray choked off the animal's startled brays.
"Erg...gulp...Haww....ergg...splutter...Haww!"
Although deeply and completely mortified at the way he was subjected to the involuntary treatment. He knew he should be grateful. He had no other way to reduce the dirt and grime. His hooves were useless. He imagined he might could work his tongue into some hard-to-reach places, but the thought of doing that made him want to retch.
The stream of water from the hose irrigated both nostrils and then the hand directed the spray at the donkey's mouth. When he opened his jaws to bray, the water scoured his blocky teeth and his ungainly tongue.
The hand finally shut off the water and stopped spraying Matt with the stinging force of the high-pressure hose. "There!" The hand proclaimed. "And try not to get so filthy again, you dumb jackass."
The words had hardly even left the hand's mouth when Matt's tail flicked up and he voided a pile of donkey droppings almost right at the hand's boots.
The hand shook his head. "You stupid ass."