The Donkey Survives

A donkey who was old and daft fell into a deep mining shaft. The farmer heard the donkey's cries and when the sun rose in the skies he went to have a quick look-see and shook his head, how could this be that ass can't watch where he is going. Well, soon a Northern wind was blowing and snow was in the morning air the farmer scratched his balding hair and, knowing that the well was deep (it once had swallowed thirty sheep) he thought about the big dilemma and soon consulted partner Emma. She did agree the ass was old the weather, too was getting cold to get the donkey up again it would require twenty men and ropes and hooks, a four-wheel drive to get the beast back out alive. Most farmers are quite practical their thinking being tactical and they decided they would leave the donkey in the hole 'til eve. The donkey heard there was no action and he had slipped another fraction he yelled and pleaded for his life it bothered them, so said the wife 'Let's call the neighbours, all the boys and use those shovels, stop that noise. We cover him with tons of sand it is his time, he'll understand.' Soon, shovelfuls of sand were flying below the donkeyass was crying he knew of course what was in store the smell of fear filled every pore. But, in a minute not a sound came up to them from under ground. He must have, so the farmer thought accepted what the gods had brought. Now, donkeys can be dumb and crazy but mostly they are pretty lazy, each time a shovel full of sand would on the donkey's body land he shrugged and all the sand fell off he shook again and had to cough because a storm was in the air but now he knew he still did care and with his dainty donkeyfeet he'd step onto the sand and peat as it arrived and bit by bit it looked like he would beat this shit. Two hours later he was seen up at the edge, still looking mean he stepped onto the blessed land the farmer quick, gave him a hand. And trotted off, all bells and whistles through sorghum grass and tasty thistles. The farmer with his aging spouse went back to go into their house. The snow was coming down by now the neighbours still were talking how the clever donkey had been cunning when, with a sound the beast came running. He bit the farmer very badly and two weeks later, very sadly he did succumb to septic shock and soon stretched out, stiff as a rock. What is the moral here my friend? It's never wise to plan the end of animals or your own lover if you decide to quickly cover inside a shaft with sand and rubble and thus escape from further trouble. A covered ass may soon break free and bring you plenty misery be honest and treat donkeys right remember, they can really bite!