Yesterday, on the way back from lunch, Mike and Susan stop by a pasture. Mike goes up to the fence and lets out a noise which sounds like a donkey. There is a response from the pasture and a donkey runs up to Mike at the fence. “Got anything to eat?” The Mahoney’s have named him “Oxnor”, although the owners say his name is Jack.
Later in the day I practice braying.
Today, we’re again back on Old San Antonio road, although going in the opposite direction. Yesterday’s ride was down hill and down wind so we were riding fast. Today it was uphill and up-wind so we’re riding slow. By the time we get to the donkey’s field, faster riders are already there and so is the donkey. Shucks, I don’t get to see if I can call him. However, not to be denied, I try my donkey bray. Oxnor looks up, raises his snout to the sky and lets out with a long and passionate response. What did he think I said?
Mike brought carrots today to feed Oxnor.
John ad Jack become friends after their conversation.
Down the road Susan sums it up: “We always knew Mike and John were asses; we just didn’t know they are related.”
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