I wouldn’t like to be a donkey.
Who would eh?
All those flies buzzing around your eyes.
I LIKE donkeys though – which is good, ‘cause one turned up in my garden yesterday.
Her name was Pepit – she belongs to my doctor, Jean Michel who was walking alongside.
I said hello, we kissed – me and the doctor that is, I just patted Pepit.
Pepit ignored me anyway, tried to kick me when I patted her and set about eating as much grass as possible.
I wouldn’t like to be a Donkey.
Eating grass.
I would prefer a dollop of clotted cream.
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I think donkeys lead a charmed life. You can tell by looking into their soft eyes.
and apparently they have very big ears when they are babies!
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