The donkey that was Josh just brays as Marie braces her self up against the seat of the car as it start to move again. Her head is swimming with thoughts, mostly of what she had done to deserve this. “I don’t want to be a donkey,” she yells. The car moves forward into a large warehouse. There’s an almost deafening sound of donkeys braying, but also the mixed sounds of screams of young boys and girls.
Marie holds her stomach as it feels like she’s going to throw up. She swallows hard to keep it down, but she then realizes the feelings are coming from her chest. Sweat pours from her body as her chest spasms with each feeling. The car comes to a stop and a set of hydraulic lifts engage. The cart is lowered down to the level of the warehouse where hundreds of donkeys have been corralled. There’s also a smaller corral for partially changed boys and girls who plead for help from anyone who is near.
“Here’s another one that was along for the ride,” a man in blue says looking at Marie. She looks up at him and his dirty features. Another man in blue walks over, “no, wait, look at her, she’s going all the way.” Marie panics as they gesture toward her feet. She slowly looks down at the brown mass at the end of her foot as it slowly twists and her foot lengthens. Another spasm in her chest, this one so bad she has to cover her mouth. Her foot continues to reshape until it takes on the familiar shape of a hoof.
Marie releases her face, unable to hold it in any longer. “HEE HAW HEE HAW,” she brays and then quickly covers her mouth again. The men just laugh as they open the car up and escort Josh out. Marie can’t get the thoughts out of her head of what is happening to her. Why her, what did she do. Then she remembered, she remembered all the things she did on the island. Tears well up in her eyes, and then she starts to feel pain in her…