"PA, Hey!! Pa, come quick, upstairs you got to see it to believe, said Mrs. Campbell standing in Ric's bedroom doorway.
Heavy foot steps running up the stairs to see what the Hell was going on Mr. Campbell came. "What dear, what's wrong, Oh DAMN!"
Standing in the room was a cute three month old colt donkey. A prettier donkey one had ever seen. Yet Mr Campbell having been a staunch democrat had no desire to have any jackass in his house.
"What the Hell is that son of your's up to now, shouted the man of the house."
"My son, he's your son too, said the boss of the house."
"HEEEEHAAAAAW, called Ric as if to try and explain."
"That fool teenager and his dumb friends, that DAMN book, Burn It, shouted Mr Campbell. I've had enough of this fool kid and his witchcraft club, just ain't the Christian thing for any household."
"Well where is he, asked Mr. to Mrs." She shrugged, "I don't have any idea, the last I saw him Josh and he were in a arguement and....?"
Looking at the happy tail swishing colt, "Well call the Humane Society and see if They can send a truck, maybe somebody needs my pain in the ass."
Enough thought pattern were still working in Ric's furry mind, "I got to get out of here, or end up as a donkey in a zoo." Cloppity, cloppity, thud, bang, thump, thump, down the stairs and out the kitchen door bolted the donkey colt.
"Call the Police and tell'em a Mad Ass is loose, Ahh on second thought, let him go, said Mr. Campbell. "Yea, right, fool call the Police, give your name and address and tell them a mad ass is loose. Huh that will be me, and I'm at Bellview, bim bang boom."