A donkey, a male ass, I am a wretch of a beast. As yet I remember my human life but donkey instincts gain strength over my mind. A struggle for domination goes on minute by minute. As I think about my body and the strange beastial feelings, instincts, lust and a need to graze drives every thought away.
I was loaded into a truck with three other damned souls. The fresh breeze as we drive along tickle's my body hair. The air rushing around me gives sensual feeling as this naked donkey. I get erect and wish that a female was aboard, but not luck.
Further we go away from the park the safer I feel. I begin to feel an inner calm, plainly I nolonger care what or where I am.
A bump and the smell of other animals touches my senses. The truck stops, backs up, and the rear gate is lowered. I look forward to coversing in donkey with others.
I see written signs everywhere, but my donkey mind has no place for the knowledge for reading. Yet to hear words I still can understand some phrases.
A phone rings and the man answers, "A.B.C. Packing Co. Body Count recieving!"
The fear of death as this animal brings on a ragging hard like none before. I hear my death is to come soon and I masterbate donkey style.
Herded into a pen we await our fates and begin to mouth eachother in fustration.