In tears, there standing on all fours is that neat fell'a you came there with, he wants to ask you what about him, can you help him to escape too?
Sniffing back his tears, trying hard to buck up a bit and act the part of a macho type man he thought was his demeanor when you both walked into the bar.
Angered and saddened by how his girlfriend saw him changing and so quickly dumped him, casting him to the wranglers or worse.
"Haaa, haaa, hee-haw, haa...whaa..ahout hee...,hee...hee-haw!" He wanted you to answer, but words failed him as did his thicker lips and uncoordinated big tongue. Buck teeth and a voice so low, larynx changed or still changing, but soon he like the other and his girlfriend too, they all sound alike, look alike, everybody in the bar is just another Ass!
Sad feeling, the boyfriend then donkey "Jack" turns his equine body and eyes the returning waiters, barkeep, and some hefty men to help move the small herd to a corral of medical checks and branding.
He cannot believe the realistic fact of all he heard about Donkey Bars, was and is a fact! Sauntering along with the others already fully changed, he a donkey begins to sense this being a "Jack" has more to do with his gender than as some beast of burden.
Crowding the donkeys to make a fair bunch, the assaulting of his sense of smell comes when a fair maid then jennet donkey puts her furry butt up next to his wide nostrils.
"Golly," wow is that donkey got the hots!" He the ex-boyfriend thinks, his donkey "Jack" instincts coming on line, taking more control and removing the concern for being immoral.