You wake up to the sound of a kid running across the house like he's been banging pots around. I wake up and clumsily walk down the stairs. Jeez. What did I wake up into?
Sam runs up to you, sporting his own set of ears, tail, and hooves. Almost sounded like he brought the entire stare of damn Texas into my house for a marching band.
"Hey dad!" He beams. Dad? Genie probably did this to his memory.
"Hey sport. Seen Genie?" I ask.
At first he looks bewildered, then he answers. "Oh, you mean that guy? That guy said his name was Gen. Like G in 'get'. Guh-Guh-guh Geeeeeeeeen."
I can't help but smile. Seems like he's been born and lived with me his entire life. I walk over to the kitchen and he runs in past me. His hooves are like tap shoes. Instead of tap tap tap, it's clop clop clop. Gen's sitting at the kitchen table, probably half asleep. Best to probably not wake him.
"Hey Sam?"
"Yea dad?" Comes from the living room.
I walk in and look out the window- where are we? Seems like we're in the middle of nowhere.
"Wanna go outside?" I open the front door. My eyes see no human residence within miles. Perfect for being the only were - donkey in existence.
Sam just zips out, his ears bobbing up and down, running around like he's had all the training in the world. I could never run that fast without tripping. I hear muffled brays and run towards it. I spoke too soon, he fell.
As soon as I get to Sam, he's on the grass bawling. Must've landed on his tail or something. I lift him up, and a few minutes later, we're practically racing.
I sort of like being what other people call jacked up.