A Donkey's Thoughts.
Racing through the night reined to the coachman's coach, I am running as fast as I can with my fellow asses, trying desperately to avoid being struck by the whip in the evil coachman's hands. Being spanked by my father and the teachers at school are nothing compared to that.
I want to stop and take a breath, but I can't otherwise the fat man will whip me.
I want to go home, where I can wake up and think this was a bad dream.
I wanna see my mama and papa again.
I may look like a donkey, I may sound like a donkey, but I am NOT a Donkey. I am a human boy in a Donkey 's clothes. I wanna stop the kids on the coach from boarding the steamboat that'll take em to that cursed island and ruin their lives. I'm not the only one; all the other others pulling the coach are braying their heads off, trying to warn them, do anything to stop them.
3 years ago, I was a jack ass in school, always late, playing pranks and now I am a Jack ass for real. Like all the other kids, I was excited about visiting Pleasure Island. Didn't know too much bout it actually, but I heard it was a swell joint. No school, no cops, no one telling me what to do.
Pleasure Island. Everyone's heard of the place, everyone knows its rep.
What you don't know is that the whole place is cursed. Found out later on that if you act stupid and mess the place, have fights and all that, you become a donkey faster than ever. All of us, me included, trashed the place - smashing a house meant to be smashed and drank lots of beer, smoked cigars, got into fights.
After the transformation, your taken into a chute, where one of the coachman's henchmen grab ya by the ears and drag / throw you across a space full of crates of donkeys.
" What is your name ?"
A simple question, for an evil purpose. The coachman asks this to every donkey he comes across because the transformation sometimes doesn't go into the brain. I was unlucky enough to reply by answering.
I told him my name.
I cried, waling to see my mama, to be held securely in her arms. Begging to be turned back into a boy again, I was willing even to go back to school and be a good boy.
The coachman just cracked his whip and shouted, " You boys've had ya fun! Now, pay for it!"
He was right.
We had had our fun. Being asses had turned us into donkeys, we were paying for it.
I was kept for months, waiting for the evil cursed magic to make me sound like a donkey. When I did, I was made to pull the coach with a few others.
The Coachman had taken a special pleasure in beating me. He did it to the others who pulled his coach carrying more boys who were asses in school to become asses in real life.
My name is Alexander. This is my punishment for being an ass.