A story about a donkey
I have a soft spot for donkeys since an incident which happened back when I was in high school.
My family lived in the suburbs and we had a backyard with a small swimming pool. One day I heard a donkey braying loudly, so I run outside only to discover a confused donkey standing in the empty swimming pool.
After a heated discussion about the best way to get a donkey out of a pool, we slipped a blanket under it's belly and, combing the forces of all 6 family members, managed to pull it out.
The donkey was wounded and had infected sores, so I took it to the vet and cared for it until it healed.
