Swish Swish

The donkey slowly plods along paths that lead around the slate gray cliffs that raise and fall through this land. Winter is on the horizon and Oscar’s thicker, curlier coat has arrived. Nugget rests in his usual spot on the ass’s rump, feet curled tightly into the donkey’s coat while his head rest behind one of his wings. The rooster never really sleeps when they travel but he always tucks his head away so that the ass won’t bother him with idle talk. Short tail lazy slaps at fly that alights on Oscar’s side and the fuzzy appendage swings lazily from side to side as he walks.

Grass is scarce in this area and Oscar is only really focused on moving around the pack lands without infringing on their territory. His herd lays further North but the donkey often travels down out of the snow to give the two farm animals a chance to warm up. Taiga and Rannoch always offer their warmth when they sleep but sometimes, he just needs more. A rather pitiful patch of grass appears on the slime pathway around the mountain and the ass takes a moment to pause and graze. Flat teeth crop at the long stalks as his tail idly flicks behind him, confident that no predators are close by.

Suddenly, Nugget speaks up from his place behind his wing, saying, “You know you are not alone, right?” Head snaps up and the donkey glances around because he most certainly had not known that. Eyes land on a rather small, rather fuzzy patch of fur behind him. Curious, Oscar turns toward the tiny feline and says, “Well hello there, little one. Are you lost?” Long ears swivel forward and he lowers his head toward the ground, allowing the kitten free access to his soft muzzle so that she may smell him. Thick Irish tones softly ask, “Where are your ma and da?” If this baby is lost, the usually grumpy ass will help her find her way home.


"Oscar Monaghan" | "Nugget"