As you feast on the tasty grass, you feel your mind continue to empty. This was the life. Not a care in the world other than which blade of grass would be the tastiest.
“Ha. You two should have been born donkeys. I’ve never seen someone have that much fun with it.” The voice of a large human enters your ears.
Looking up, you notice a big human with a two halters. He steps to you and puts one over your neck, sticking the cold bit into your muzzle. It’s strange at first, but you quickly adjust to the metal taste.
“Just for being such good boys, I’m not going to sell you. I’m going to keep you here as my private beasts of burden.” He says.
You have no clue what the human is saying to you. All you know is that you bray happily when he puts something on your back to carry, as if it was what you were meant to do.
Later that night as you and the brown donkey were working at the place with water and a big floating square, you notice the nice human bringing donkeys out of a corral and talking to them. Most of them brayed in a language you could understand, but a few of them said something unintelligible, like what the big human sounds like. These donkeys he threw into another corral.
“HAWWW HEEE!” You feel a nip on your side. The brown donkey you work with was right, you had slacked off. Back to work.