So you can talk huh? Chapter 5.Alexander had never been more frightened nor had he ever felt more helpless in his life then he felt now.Even turning into a donkey wasn't nearly as frightening as this.The monstrous whale continued its assault on the boat. The sight of it smashing itself against the boat as it let lose deafening bellows was a terrifying sight that had Alexander almost convinced that they'd somehow encountered a slice of Hell itself.He could only watch with horror on his face as the boat leaned enough that it was getting close to capsizing.The fire was spreading, chocking much of the ship with black smoke.Alexander looked at Bobby, who was still unc
So you can talk huh? Chapter 4.Freedom isn't free.Those words echoed in Bobby's mind even as fleeting regrets over fleeing plagued him. They'd been swimming for hours. The sun growing higher in the sky confirmed it. This was a lot harder then he thought it was going to be.Freedom isn't free.Staying would have left their futures in the Coachman's hands. That was a route as risky as what they were doing.Bobby wondered more then once if they were in denial. Seeing themselves as strange looking boys was easy. He wanted to believe that people would accept them as such. The reality however was different.Ill-gotten as their donkey forms were, they were still donkeys. Ex
So you can talk huh? Chapter 6. Crickets were chirping as they walked through the forest. Kindra reached into her pocket and pulled out a pocket watch. She sighed when she saw the time. "It's getting late. There should be a road nearby. We can use it to get to the town," Kindra said. "They should have accommodations as well as food and drink." Paul grinned. "Does that mean we can have more beer? We're already donkeys, what more can it do to us?" Kindra rolled her eyes, chuckled and petted Paul. "I doubt they'd be happy with letting a donkey into the bar," Kindra said. "Even a talking one?" Paul asked. "It would be best
So you can talk huh? Ch3In one hour, the man would return. He'd demanded that they'd all be braying by the time he returned. Bobby didn't understand how the man could make this demand. It was not as though Bobby could simply decide that he wanted to finish changing into a donkey and at that point, he'd begin braying and wouldn't stop.Even if this would work, Bobby wasn't willing to try it given the risk. He and the others had decided to fake bray. It seemed the only viable option.While he hated being in this situation, he couldn't help but realize that many would say he and the others deserved this.Bobby wondered if there was any truth to that.Yes, they shou
So you can talk huh? Ch2Pleasure Island had seemed a dream come true. The dream had become a nightmare as the park revealed its true intentions to the boys who went there.The island's magic had done its work on Bobby's body, changing its form and function beyond his control and desire into that of a donkey.Less then an hour later, he was already feeling strange new emotions and desires. It was somewhat like being in a bad mood that was getting worse.As much as Bobby feared it, there was no denying the change into a donkey probably wasn't going to stop with his body. Not knowing how much his mind would or could change terrified him.Having retained his ability
So you can talk huh? Ch1Pleasure Island was an island paradise that promised everything. People said it to be a place without rules or adults telling him what not to do. There was no work or school, only fun and pleasure. You could do whatever you wanted, even things adults forbade like drinking beer or smoking cigars. The best part was that it was all free.It felt like a dream come true.14-year-old Bobby was amoung the many boys on the ferry to the island.Most of them spoke of the things they planned on doing on the island.The younger boys spoke of indulging in junk food, going on rides and playing games. It was innocent stuff. Their enthusiasm seemed odd
Questioning the DealIt was a warm spring night with a slightly cool breeze blowing.People talked as they mingled and browsed shops still open. The occasional whistle from a steamboat setting out on a journey to who knows where echoed through the town.A pair of donkeys pulled a cart filled with kegs and other boxes. A slight clanging of glass betrayed their contents. It headed away from a darkened building a short distance away. She watched the cart pass by, watching the donkeys and wondering. She noted that their bellies seemed a decent size and they seemed content. Maybe they were former boys, maybe they weren't. She couldn't get close enough to tell. Even
Questioning the CoachmanBoys never changed. No matter the year or location, they were always the same. There were always boys who refused to learn. At best, their parents or guardians would have no choice but to put them work, usually against their will. Some would end up on the streets, others in jail. Then, there were the boys that simply disappeared one day.The Coachman watched over the park from his office. He witnessed a chaotic party, a celebration of inhibition, temptation and anarchy. There were no adults to tell these boys what they couldn't do. It was the perfect lure for the stupid boys.He smiled as he lit up a cigar. By the time the night was over, t
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