Working fast, Grrl and Cat manage to open the back of the truck and let the donkey out. "Quick, close the door!" he snaps.
Cat is startled, "What about the others?" she askes.
The donkey nudges the door closed with his head, "They're all too far gone to help now," he says as he shuts the door. "Latch it!"
Cat is a little confused, but none of the other donkeys seem interested in their freedom so she obeys. "Lets get out of sight," she says.
The three of them duck into the bushes around the truck stop and watch the truck. The driver comes out, seems to wait for the girls a few minutes, then drives off
without ever checking his cargo.
"Thank God," whispers the donkey.
"Who or what are you?" asks Grrl.
The donkey sighs, "I'm not totally sure anymore," he admits, "I know that a few days ago I wasn't a donkey. I know I was a human, a man." He shudders, "I was
the last one on the trailer to remember even that."
Cat and Grrl exchanged glances. Neither of them was sure they could beleve that, but then again, neither had ever seen a talking donkey before. "Do you
remember anything?"
The donkey seemed lost in thought, "I remember a name, a place. Pleasure Island. I was on vacation." He shook his head, trying to bring the thoughts forward,
"The answers are there, but I'm not sure where it is anymore, or how to get there!" He started to sob, "And in a few hours I may be nothing more than an animal!"
Cat and Grrl patted the donkey, not sure how to help the poor animal, or even if they should.