Grrl woke up abruptly, like a sleeper disturbed by a noise, or a nightmare. She had heard something... a voice, maybe, faint and distant, urging her to wake up.
She still heard it. Very, very faint, like the lingering of a dream. "Wake up!", it said. "Do something!".
So, where was she? What was that smelly, noisy, unstable place? And why did she feel such pain at the back of her neck? Ah, yes, the trailer. The man with the
club. The talking donkey. Everyting was coming back, now. Se had been kidnapped, together with that Cat girl she met. Speaking of whom... where was she?
Her eyes took some time to catch more than fuzzy, blurred images. Cat was awake, standing near her. There was something odd about her, though. She was
staring, eyes glazed over, transfixed. Staring at one of the donkeys. She had its head in her arms, and was petting it softly. "Nice donkey", she murmured between
sighs. "Nice donkey, beautiful donkey".
The distant voice spoke again. "Do something! Stop her!", it said.
"Cat?", said Grrl.
"Nice, nice donkey", the other girl kept mumbling, and kissed the donkey softly on the side of its muzzle.
"Cat? What the hell are you doing?!"
She didn't seem to hear, and began stroking the donkey's mane, and its neck. The beast seemed content, offering itself to Cat's petite hands. It... he was
unmistakably excited. Cat's blind passion and the animal's response were making Grrl feel nauseous. "Cat, you're feeling up a jackass, for G-d's sake! What do
you think you're doing, girl?"
Cat still ignored her. She embraced the animal, falling on her knees before him. It was then that Grrl noticed the soft, almost invidible grey hairs intertwning with
Cat's natural hair, and growing all over her neck and what was visible of her shoulders.