Mustering all her faculties, she tore herself from the latch and the
sight of the donkey, beginning to sob at her sore predicament.
She quickly lost herself in the maze of corridors, her sobs and clicks
of her hooves her only accompaniment. Slowly, she regained her
composure, and began observing her surroundings.
She had wandered further in, and the room itself seemed to defy physics,
from where she was, the warehouse extended far more than what she had
first observed.
Suddenly, she heard a whisper, quick, but her new ears heard it.