"Splash and a plunk," as one then two donkeys plunged into the salty surf.
Swimming was to them an instinctive motion, like running in slow motion but with such new strength they soon discovered the ease of swimming as can donkeys.
The sea was calm then and with two furry heads bobbing about in the water, they swam for hours, moving together, unsure in the direction except that they seemed to smell the dusty scent of land ahead.
Sundown and night came as they finally reached the shoreline of some new and hopefully a better place than the enchanting Isle.
"Wow we made it, we are free, let us celebrate," says Dean, he standing there soaked to his black hide but when Jake turns around to suggest they should move inland, he denotes his friend is sporting a donkey Jack of one flared erection.
"Celebrate, just what do you have in mind?" Jake asked his friend, he knowing what was on the mind of Dean and as much he wanted nothing to do with having another round of donkey play, he felt the inner urge to be agreeable.
Dean bounds toward his then female friend, so excited the donkey fires off two loud farts and the noise echoed off into the darkness.
"Golly Dean, but you are full of being a donkey, what if I say yeas, will we with doing this ultimately want to be forever as we are, as animals, donkeys, and living life in a bestial way?" Jake asked, as Dean approached with his tool flagging from side to side, slapping it on wet flanks until he bowing his head and leaning forward tried to sniff the rump of his best friend.