You grab hold of the handle as the ride gets more intense. You no longer have the urge to yell with excitement as you feel the wind whip passed your long ears. Then you feel them being tugged back. The boy behind you is pulling on them. You yelp in pain as he pulls, “this is what you get for cutting in line.”
The boy laughs and then lets your ears go. You grab hold of them, rubbing the feeling back into them and you hear the boy say something like, “what’s going on,” but it’s hard to from the roar of the coaster.
The car plunges into a dark tunnel and the echoes of yelling boys echoes off the walls as they laugh and cheer in the dark. Then the car comes back out into the light and you hear the boy behind you scream for help.
“What’s happening to me, help, someone help.” You look back and you see the boy’s hands balled into fists. They are dark and thick, his wrists are covered in brown hair, and then his fists reshape into a pair of hooves. The boy paws at the handle bar, his hooves clang on the metal.
Then you look back and see the rest of the boys. Many of them have donkey ears like you, but some are waving hooves in the air and one boy’s head looks like a donkey. The coaster climbs another hill and you start to feel a strange sensation.