As days slip but the work seems to even out and muscle pains go away. It's been like an exercise program and now as a donkey you are fit as a fiddle.
The mind has accepted the lack of understanding. Human words now blend into sounds. The sound is calm I am calm,yet if harse I get on edge and become ready to run.
I care not at all for stablemates, old friends, or relations. These all are a blend of smells and remembered feelings. As a man I thought of daily life, maturing, and final death. This too is nolonger a care of even a passing thought.
My mind is channelled to right now, and the next few minutes. Any and all cares are vague, and I don't dwell on them anymore.
Red, her odor is friendly, she brings me treats and females. I like this human, and I have a scared feeling when the witch comes close. A deep fear, I shake when she orders me about. This witch smells of death!
The sun beats hot on my furry back and I rellish in grazing the sweet tall grass. I desire to graze and eat, this fills my day if not sent to pull plows or wagons.
I do as told, this seems to wriggle into my foggy thoughts and has meaning. Yet as I work my mind degressed back to donkey needs and lusts.
Lusts fill my days, I snuff the air for a female in heat. This is a deep need and gives a feeling of joy and ownership. I lust and my mind demands me to move, this is a simple life and it's neat.