Clack, clack...
The donkey walked leisurely towards us. The donkey’s hooves weren’t loud, even and monotonous, but the sound was shocking and soul-stirring.
It seemed as though it wasn’t a donkey coming towards us, but a devil.
I hurriedly looked around for someplace to hide, but Buck saw that I was a little flustered, so he reached out his hand and grabbed my wrist tightly.
“Don’t go. Wait for it to come by.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Have a look.”
“Look for what?”
Buck turned to look at me and said, “Look carefully. This donkey isn’t the one we saw on the way.”
I took a closer look and found that indeed it wasn’t the donkey we saw when we came. That donkey was thinner, and this donkey was strong and fat.
Buck asked again: “Do you know Mrs. Donkey?”
I immediately shook my head and sa
