At long last we return to the stable, hot sweating, and tired. I never in my entire life was so weary and bedragled as the men unharnessed us and let one by one plod into the corral.
I too could barely put one hoof in front another as I sauntered over to the water trough. Slurping my fill took several minutes as the cool fresh water eased the dry yuck'o out of my mouth. As I swallowed and ground the dust out and between my teeth my thoughts turned to tired aching muscles.
A ragged bray screamed out of me as then the others chimmed in as well. We all had enough of being Donkey today and if one could we'd wished to be on the ferry for home. Yet I for one knew where and still who I was before this happened.
A Jenny stands sweating and looking back over her shoulders as if in fond hope of offering some Jack his chance. A sniff of the air takes in her rich heady scent but to tell the truth I'm too dumb tired to play or mount.
The men come with quarter bales of half green fresh hay. They stuff it into a wooden rack showing chew marks from those who came before us. Some of us move quickly to eat as others maybe like be don't have the allurement to graze as yet, but oh well I'll try.