Ben was torn about what he should do. He was afraid, afraid of what he'd become and
what might happen to him. He couldn't go to the police, one he revealed that he was part
Donkey, he was sure that he would be carted off to some lab for study. He was tired, he'd
been up all night, he wanted to go back home.
It was a long walk home. He had no money on him, so he couldn't get a bus or go on the
Tube. By the time he got to his flat, it was all ready mid afternoon, and the sun was just
starting to set. As he approached the front door, he suddenly remembered that his keys
were in his trouser pocket, the ones that he took off when he begun to transform. Luckily
for him, he'd always keep a spare key under the door mat. As he picked up the keys, his
arse pushed against his trackies, causing his tail to jump and start to swish in his boxers.
Quickly jumping up, he tried to calm it down with his hands before anyone saw it.
Opening the door, he was greeted with some post and the Evening Newspaper, The
London Gazette. He was about to kick the pile to one side with his Rigger boot, until he
saw the headline:
“PLEASURE ISLAND BLAZE CLAMES 10 LIVES”
He grabbed the paper and contused to read the article:
“Soho's newest night club, the Pleasure Island was gutted by a huge last night in what was
revealed this morning to be a tragic accident. At about 11:45 PM, the Fire Services were
called out by a member of the staff who reported a fire in the man club area. By the time
the first appliance arrived, the building was completely ablaze, making it impossible for
any Firemen to enter. By the time the fire was brought under control, the building was
completely gutted. A frantic search by the Fire crew revealed the bodies of the Club's
owner and his staff, their identities are being withheld until their families have been
informed. They died of smoke inhalation. By a stroke of good luck, according to
eyewitness accounts, the club appeared closed, otherwise the death toll could have been
even higher. An inquest has been launched into the blaze, but all ready the cause has been
attributed to a discarded cigarette.
(Story continues on page 2...)”
Ben was about to turn the page when he saw another article on the front:
“HEARD OF DONKEYS STAMPEEDE THRUGH SOHO”
“In the early hours of this morning, the RSPCA were called out to, according to the
spokesperson 'One of the strangest call outs we've ever had!' When they arrived at the
scene, they were greeted by up to 30 male donkeys, all aimlessly roaming through the
streets of Soho. The Police had to be summoned to help assist with the massive task of
capturing all 30 animals. Once all of the Donkeys were captured, they were taken to the
Southall animal shelter. The incident has left both the RSPCA and the Police baffled, since
there simply no evidence how they got there. Anyone with further information is urged to
contact the Metropolitan Police or the RSPCA.”
Ben dropped the paper on the floor, he knew that those Donkeys were certainly form the
Pleasure Island Club and that David and Jeff could be among them. He had a rough idea of
where the shelter was and without thinking, he grabbed his car keys and set off.
Meanwhile, at the Shelter, it was Scott's first day there and he was helping his manager,
Paul close it for the day.
“So what happened to all of those Donkey's?” Scott asked as he moped the floor.
Paul laughed and replied:
“Well, we just didn't have the space here, so they got moved to a animal sanctuary in
Brentwood, just until an owner comes forward. We managed to move all but one, and
they'll be coming back for him in the morning. How weird eh, how a whole heard of
Donkeys can suddenly appear in the center of London!”
“Well I guess its just one of those things” Scott replied, smiling when he thought about it.
“Right then, I'm going to check on the animals outside, when your done with that floor,
you can get yourself away, and I'll see you tomorrow. You've done really well today!” Paul
said as he turned towards the door.
“Yeah, see you later!” Scott said as he finished mopping.
After emptying the bucket and mop, he put on his coat an was about to leave when he
heard a loud donkey bray coming form one of the pens.
Scott decides to go and see what the commotion was.