My white donkey
My white donkey white... said with love.
He walk though muddy paths.
he gets in the way with mud and he gets lost...
He's been braying a lot lately.
I don't know why... he'll have eaten barley instead of his alfalfa
from the ostriches next door?
Once he ate wheat by mistake, and that got his glucose up a lot.
I remember he kept braying all the time...
Is that what's wrong with him?
That he ate wheat or barley...
Maybe he ran into someone who accidentally gave him the wheat or the barley
of the neighbouring ostriches... there are people who confuse both grains.
I will pamper him and clear his mud.
I love my white donkey
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