Donkeys For Sale

I found a crutch dating back to the fourties and we hobbled into Helette to go and look at the donkeys. Last night we were whispering till late in agreement; "This is our only real chance to buy a donkey, let's count our cash!" - we were heading to the horse fair and we were in the market to buy. Tony.T warned us before we left; "If you come back with donkeys, then you're walking it back to Chamonix"; well, there was no harm in looking...

I wasn't alone with my three legged stance; I was elated to find myself surrounded by swarms + hoards + clusters + crowds of ripe over-seventies local Basque gentlemen, chugging on their pipes and already swaggering about the bursting square slugging down wine and spilling the rest onto their close neighbour, probably committing the same characteristic act. I couldn't work out if they were in the donkey buying business, or just an excuse to flamboyantly converse with old friends. There must have been a few hundreds of horses for sale, a few shires, some lamas and of course, a good few teary eyed gloomy looking donkeys who looked so sad that we quietly discussed setting them free. "They're only tied up for a few hours, Ans" Dan reassured me as I dipped my head in whimperness.

We spotted a shabby little black one with huge ears who wasn't tied up, we wondered whether this was our chance. But we remembered that we don't really have a home to give him and instead dreamed of a time that we might be able to have a flock of kind faced asses of our own.