It is a moment in life when what all is a memory or learned seems suddenly useless. Stunned, the urge is to struggle and learn to stand on all fours, knowing what you are means there is a need to walk, or run being a quadruped. What were hands are different joints, fingers merged to form a single toe, a hoof. As a look back and to that large furred behind swings a tail, stands tall on hind legs, having hocks and as well each a solid single toe hoof.
A shake of the head brings the sensation-realization that donkeys have long ears.
A tickle in the nose and without having hands to hold a handkerchief to blow, a harsh snort out the nostrils dislodges a goodly amount of greenish mucus. The yuck factor is born to the mentality of a man transformed into the bodily form of being a donkey. The donkey embodiment is not without its new as differences, offering physical sensations of sheer weight, bulk body, as well the lingering want to graze, foretells of wild days ahead.
Tossing all cautioning ideas to the winds, what is of donkey begins to make the mind follow after instincts. Life as known seems pitiful compared to the harsh reality of living donkey style. Thick lips, large teeth, a large tongue are but a few items about being a donkey what offer reasons for thought and consideration how best to use what is of being a donkey.
Happy thoughts come out the mouth as terse sounding brays, the sounds of which scare and remind one is not human, but became an animal.
Sensed is a wealth of otherwise ignored sounds, and equally unknown scents, some of what is there the donkey mind relates to of self and self stinks!
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