"Odd!" To me that's the best word I can think of to explain the way this Donkey feels. It is odd that I or the real me has accepted becoming a brute animal.
I can remember my Grandfather talking on occasion about brute beasts. It is true you know that as an animal one uses their total strength to do things. The sound of the whip cracking over our heads when harness makes us jump into action.
Fear drives us the most as if our coach driver were the devil himself. Our enhanced sensual ability works against the peaceful way we would choose to live if left by ourselves. It's what the Donkey animals think as your work that changes one from a rational thinker to one of brute and terse actions.
Yet if asked the one thing that drives me toward wishing to lose my mind to being a dumb beast is the horrid din of noise. As a person you have the same noises but your ears are not tuned to a higher sense of hearing. My tall ears were made by nature to aid in personal security from preditors.
"The Din!" Until you have stood as I one can not understand the roaring din of noise that surrounds us all. People talking, vehicles passing, sirens, horns, but the absolute worst to me are, lawn mowers.
"I hate the roaring din of lawn mowers!" This has become a passion of mine as those things rattle and roar with such a noise my ears wish to fold over tight, if only possible. I bray back at those people who run them and sometimes see their faces look back at me.
You know I believe that they think my voice is a rude noise but that can't be true, is it?