Five on their way, four girls and you. Greeting and meeting each as you all were trundled off to who knows where, each felt duty bound to introduce themselves before the ability to do such were a thing of the past.
Becky, Darla, Vicky, Autumn, and Dan that is you, five foolish people on their one way tour to lose each, her or his human identities.
Becky looked about the worse off, she moving along slower did strain the line binding all. You took note as to how she struggles hard at the rope line tied to her thin wrist, her face as wild as some of the rebellious donkeys lead along the streets by various big men.
You think to try your luck of breaking free the line that binds you to your coming dismay, but the wrist is larger than that of a young girl and you are stuck!
A high pitched scream and with her working her sweaty wrist, Becky pulls free, she hesitates for only a second to look at us all before she then darts out into the hefty crowd of passers by and she is gone.
The three remaining friends of Becky all give a cheer for her fortune of breaking free, but with a verbal rebuking from the Coachman leading us, they calm down to realizing they and you are closer to what this enchanted isle boasts is of real fun for those who like to run naked in the sun.
We round a street corner and there at the end of this short street sets a big and tall yellow painted barn, the name of Jed Flycatcher, proprietor over the two heavy doors which lead to our animalistic doom.
Dragged closer, three stalwart girls begin to whine, crying from fear of that what is seeming a known fact and some of what we all wonder about if we too were to become all as donkeys.
You too would feel nervous, as much or equal to the pretty girls coming closer to finding their bodies soon as those of brute beasts and what they cherish as personal shall soon stand out before the eyes of all who shall see them or us in harness.
Led to the brink of our demise, the Coachman hollers the name of Jed, and from the long line of stalls comes out and into our view a small man, thin and rather gaunt of color. He sees us standing there along and behind the rotundas Coachman.
"Hello thar... Come on in, I have need of some new volunteers to the learning of ways and means for the better understanding of life, freedom, and your style of perusing of happiness." So said Jed, a man you would come to respect, either out of affection or from need of want for the basics of keeping you alive.
This small man of five feet tall and looking about as thin as one of the posts that holds up the roof of this his stable, he comes close and begins eying those who were said to be as volunteering.
A quick eying of the remaining three girls and he gives them an affectionate sort of smile. His coming to give you a checking eye, he takes his time, giving pokes and finger checks to how much fat is about the belly, the stoutness of leg bones, and the most demeaning of all, he pries open the mouth to see if there are teeth with fillings.
“They should fill the bill quite nicely!” Says Jed, he winks at the Coachman and receives a nod from the man as if in mutual agreement.
Even as they shake hands to bind the agreement, the phone hung on a center post of the barn begins ring loudly, as if it is calling to its owner to come and hear of some news.
Jed rushes to get the incoming call, he answers it and beginning with a most pleasant sounding “Hello, Flycatcher Stables,” as he then gives an attentive ear to what is said and then hangs up the receiver.
“Ha, your friend who wiggle free and had hopes of escaping ran into the exhibit of Circe’s House of Ill Repute; and according to what the P.I.A.P. guard just said, Miss Becky should make a fine addition to the Satyress women serving the whims of Mrs. Circe.
Ha, she thought of getting free, of going home to mama, but with her entering of the realm of Circe, she is never going home! Once a Satyress always a sexual creature, and given time, age, and dwindling of her slender form to an unladylike body, Circe shall deem her to become a nanny goat, a breeder or milking goat; now that is demeaning of a way to live your whole life!” Jed says, and did so with a suggestion that being for us who might well become as donkeys, that being an animal immediately offered some sort of enhancement to our sordid future.