Chapter 1: The Jackass and the Jackrabbit
Some people say that in order to get to know somebody better, you have to spend a day in their shoes. I would like to grind my fist into the face of whoever said that, because I hate getting to know a person that way. Especially, when you're forced to spend the day as that person. Could you imagine not only being in a foreign body, but also be forced to live a foreign life for an entire day? I digress, I'm getting ahead of myself. You see, this strange scenario began when I went downtown to meet my new therapist. You see, Dr. Albert Mules was an esteemed genius with therapeutic techniques. I watched his old show numerous times, whenever my wife had it on. We wore the finest black suits, specially trimmed to allow his hooved feet to see daylight.
The donkey wore fine black suits, and always had his grey fur properly trimmed. The small black mane on his head was always properly trimmed and well-washed. His pants had a small hole, to allow for his