Day of the Donkey

Some people rest on Sunday afternoons. They sit around sipping lemonade and talking of the latest news. That is too common for us. We must do something that no one else is doing.

We herded donkeys. My Dad's two donkeys got loose (we won't name names here), and as you see above, they decided to eat our lawn.

My Dad rang the doorbell and informed us of the issue. Donning rubber boots we quickly went out to "round them up". It took quite a long time, as the donkeys were not about to easily give up their new-found freedom (and grass). We were finally victorious.

It was a day we shall not soon forget. The donkeys made their mark in the world on that Sunday afternoon.