You were in disbelief at what you heard...
In you the worry was replaced by a wave of nervousness.
“Enough, I've had enough,” I said towards her. "I can't stand jokes."
You turned to leave when Martha spoke up.
"It's not a joke." Her voice was a little deeper than usual.
"Being a woman is no longer enough for me, I want to be free....yes, free....not going to work, not having to buy and wear these useless clothes, worrying about getting to the end of the day...yes, fr...fre.. ...."
HEEEEAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
From her mouth came another powerful bray.
Martha spoke again: "Soon I will be what I want...a donkey."
You didn't know what to do or say, after all Martha's speech had been quite convincing.
You were about to leave, without saying a word, when Martha, smiling, spoke again:
"I will turn into a donkey....and you too my dear".
“Me?....You are crazy Martha, I'm leaving,” you responded forcefully.
Martha continued: "Ahhhahahahah, my dear....it's the magic of the island that has cursed us....
Or maybe you want to deny that you are here with me...
Or maybe you want to deny that you drank three glasses of beer...
Or maybe you want to deny that you danced without rules...
Or maybe you want to deny that your pair of shoes is swelling more and more..."