I would just like to go on record as saying that if a person leaves a round object with a projecting flat surface around it's edge hanging in the barn, and if said object is made of a straw-like material, and a donkey or donkeys should happen upon said object, certain misunderstandings are inevitable. How were we to know it was her hat? We don't wear circular, pot-shaped objects with a shelf all the way around the edge on our head. She says it's ruined, but it actually matches her rather disheveled appearance better with pieces missing. All that fuss and it was really rather bland.
Our delivery of hay for the next year has not yet taken place owing to a rainy spring. The woman borrowed two bales from the tall woman but after tonight that will be gone. I'm very concerned - what if the woman just can't be bothered trying to find us interim food? I've always worried that this day would come. I can't share my worries with Jack, he's spent too much time already worrying about where his next meal will come from. I have a nagging fear that we will be reduced to living off the woman's collection of old straw hats.
On the advice of a friend who knows these things, the woman set about checking Jack's gums for their "capilliary refill". Given Jack's advanced age, she wants to keep a close eye on all systems. She finally backed him into a corner and, prying back his top lip, proceeded to press her thumb very firmly on his upper gum. He was highly affronted and as retribution for this personal assault, he pressed his hoof down firmly on her foot, thus checking her refill time. His refill time was much better. "Landsakes", he said "can't a body doze off for a second without crazy people taking liberties with their chewin department." He's a very wise donkey indeed to have figured things out so quickly.