As Ben arrived at the RSPCA building it was nearly closing time, and he realized he hadn't brought any cash with him to spring his friends. He thought he'd be able to recognize them by their scent, and sure enough, standing outside he recognized the bray and odor of Jeff. He knew Jeff was inside. He had to break him out. Ben didn't notice that the scent of Jeff was having another affect on Ben, his hairs were turning grey again, and his ears resumed growing under his cap. He entered the RSPCA, and was relieved to see that the front counter was unattended. Ben hopped the counter and followed Jeff's pungent musk down the corridor. He heard Scott trying to quiet the enraged donkey, whom Ben recognized as Jeff. Ben ducked into a niche and hid waiting for the opportunity to liberate his donkey friend. As each second passed, more of Ben's humanity faded, and he didn't even notice it.
The phone started to ring. The attendant told the donkey one last time to "Shut up!" and headed back to the front office to answer the phone. Ben started to scan the walls for the keys he knew would be there to release Jeff.
"Hee haw, cough, hey, Jeff, it's me Be-en, I'm here to spring you," Ben whispered. He raised his finger to his lips to indicate Jeff should remain silent. The clothing he'd borrowed was hanging oddly. The touch of his finger to his lips startled him. It felt cold and hard. He lookded down to see that his hands were now hooves! His muzzle was growing longer. His growing ears, pushed the cap from his head. He fell forward on to his hooves, his glutes could no longer support his weight. It took only a few minutes to complete the transformation. His clothing ripping as his shape no longer was small enough to wear them. He stepped out of his shoes and socks, and surveyed his current situation.
"Yes, well, I'm sure we only have one left. But I'll check. The regular guy just left."
Scott headed down the hall and was startled to see another donkey out of the cage with it's fore-hooves up against the wall and keys in his mouth. Scott grabbed a stick with a lead off the wall, and went to catch Ben.
After he'd looped the lead over Ben's head, there was really no contest. Scott flicked the cattle prod in his left hand, and steered the pole with his right. Ben was backed into an empty enclosure, and Scott pulled the cage shut locking it. He picked up the keys and ran to the front desk.
Breathlessly, Scott spoke into the phone, "You got lucky, Mr. Brown, there are two donkeys left. I'd only seen the one in his cage, but the other had apparently gotten loose, and was running free. That's what took so long, I had to catch and cage him." He paused listening to the phone.
"Uh,huh, yes sir, it is cheaper if you have them gelded first, and I'm trained as a veternary assistant, so I can take care of them for you, but the RSPCA requires payment in advance."
"Well sure, we take Access and Barclay Card, which will it be? I can take care of them tonight, and have them ready for you to pick up tomorrow morning. Uh, huh, right-o! See you then."
CLICK.