The ass looked around. He was in a nondescript grey room with two other donkeys. If he had been in his right mind he would have known that those donkeys were once Jeff and David and he was once Ben. If he could have understood the men on the other side of the room, this is what he would hear:
"I understand that. I just think it's important that we keep an eye on them. That one did not change with the others. The other two were with him, who knows how long it took them to change in there."
"We do have a buyer in upstate New York. He wants four."
"Well, send another one. Tag those three."
"Yes sir."
Ben felt a small prick on his ear. Jeff and David felt the same. They were herded onto a truck along with another jackass who was once a young man named Mark. There was little braying on the truck. The three friends did not remember each other from their time as humans. They talked only about things that would interest jackasses. Mostly eating. Finally they arrived.