Elroy stood quietly he was trying to think about what was so wrong. His mental patterns were already changing with his body giving him a comfortable dull feeling.
Slowly he plodded about the house sniffing the air of scents. Scents he'd smelled before and never really took notice of, but now they were stronger and kept his attention.
Shiver's like cold chills ran up and down his spine. The feeling of growing body hair tickled him bringing on an occasional chuckle. As minute ticked by Elroy was becoming more and more the Donkey. As the change continued his thirst returned. A gulping of water from the toilet bowl helped some but he still had a roaring taste for that blue liquid.
A long thinkened tongue slurped the last of the liquid from his bedside glass before it fell to the floor. Showing no care for it now he turned and pranced off to the Kitchen and his original pitcher of blue.
Excited to see the pitcher still partially full of the blue liquid he let loose a ragged sounding bray. His joy was to be short liveed as the mouth of the pitcher was curved for pouring. Elroy's enlarged muzzel even with the long tongue could not reach the blue stuff.
Braying with anger Elroy stood looking at the pitcher. It was then that a car drove up outside. Elroy's deep seeded anger with the pitcher had his full attention, he was not thinking of who was coming into the house.