My, What Long Ears You Have!

Everything already seemed a bit farther away from the donkey’s rump.  Not too much though considering he could always find a good size rock or tree stump for this.  His gaze went to the disgruntled rooster as he listened to the donkey agree about being weird.

“Everyone in your herd weird?” The question was asked right before glancing down at the mentioned hairs and grabbing a hunk of them in his mouth.  He was being onto the fur of an animal that should be food yet not able to actually bite into the tasty part.  Man, this was strange.  Oh well, strange was just what he needed right now.

One difference between being on a donkey versus a rock is that the rock never moves.  Nico’s jaws tightened, paw’s spreading out farther to find balance as his sitting spot moved under him.  The coyote felt like he was gonna fall off!  It was good the boy didn’t have cat claws and what he did have was so small it was unlikely to get past the fur as he dug in as far as he could to maintain balance.  At Oscar’s last shove to get himself up Nico yanked himself farther forward by the donkey's hairs.  

Nico remained on Oscar, now a chunk of hair sticking out of his mouth.  He wasn’t thinking about what he was holding now.  The small tail was flagging up high as he looked at how high up he was now!  To the pup at least it felt high.  It was when he thought of speaking the boy’s eyes crisscrossed to look down at the hairs there before spitting them out.  The donkey would have tasted good, but the hairs on it did not.

“Oh sure, I’m fine.” The black pup answered easily as if there had never been any doubt.  “Let’s go.  Let’s go.” That’s what it had felt like for the donkey standing up but what did it feel like when the donkey was moving?  The boy slapped a paw on the donkey’s rump twice to make the energy felt.

"Nico"