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A Donkey in Human clothing ch1The shock of his sudden and unexpected transformation into a donkey overwhelmed Lampwick and sent him into a panic. How was this possible? Why did they do this? Was there a way out? Lampwick didnt care where the other boys had gone, he just wanted to reverse this and get out of there. He ran out of the pool hall with no destination. At that moment, the panic was all he knew.
Fatigue soon stopped Lampwick. His mind cleared. He noticed his surroundings.
Much of the park was in ruins. Hed normally laugh about the wild party that happened there. There was no longer anything to laugh about.
Lampwick walked by a puddle. It reflected a donkey him. He wanted to cry.
He decided to find the man that brought him here. In Lampwicks mind, no one would change a boy into a donkey and keep them that way. This was a mistake; it had to be.
Lampwick felt a slight breeze as he walked. The air across his body reminded him of his nudity. It was more then the lack of clothing that bo
A Donkey in Human clothing C2Hours passed by at an agonizing rate before a buyer approached Lampwick's and Stevie's crate to make an offer.
You ask a hefty price sir, the man said. I hope these donkeys are worth it.
They are my friend, the Coachman said.
The man nodded. Excellent, we have a lot of work to do on the farm. I have three donkeys but could use two more jacks. These two will make things go much faster.
Lampwick felt a sense of doom. The Coachman opened the crate. Lampwick considered running and assumed Stevie was as well. The man put harnesses on both of them.
Dont run, it wont do us any good, Lampwick said. We need to accept that were gonna be this way until we find help. Theyll just send someone to catch us even if we escape.
Please mister, hes really a bad guy thats turning boys into donkeys, Stevie said.
They dont understand you Stevie, Lampwick said.
A Donkey in Human clothing C5The journey back to town was strenuous. Stevie was nervous and tired. Lampwick allowed Stevie to ride him back to town. Lampwicks larger size and increased strength were more then enough to let him handle Stevies weight.
Stevie was still coming to grips with regaining his humanity. His stubbornness, an ironic trait perhaps aided by being a donkey had kept Stevie thinking of himself as a boy even when he was a donkey. To Stevie, his donkey form was a costume the Fairy had helped Stevie to remove.
Some would feel bad at never completely letting go and allowing themselves to give in. It was Stevies stubbornness that in effect saved him from truly being a donkey for long enough for Lampwick to make his plea.
However, it had also been eight months since Stevie and Lampwick had spent that fateful night on the island. Stubbornness or not, living as a donkey for those months was not without emotional consequence for Stevie.
Wearing clothes felt strange. Stevie felt itchy and
A Donkey in Human clothing C4There were so many donkeys; so many boys fooled by the Coachman. What Lampwick saw before him was only the beginning. Countless other donkeys that used to be boys were still out there. That for some it could be too late and that any humanity theyd retained had long since vanished saddened Lampwick.
The donkeys before Lampwick werent changing back into boys. However, amidst the brays, Lampwick heard a few words that soon grew into several words and expanded.
The words were a beacon in a world shrouded by fog.
How do we help them? Does this mean that Stevie is still a donkey? Lampwick asked.
It will take time. My people and I need to change them all back but there is an issue, The Fairy said. It will only work on those that are human in spirit. The lifting of the curse will allow their brays to become words once again. However some might not have the will to speak.
Lampwick looked at the donkeys. The Coachmans words rang in Lampwick
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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