“Not unless you install a fish ladder. I’ve really got to get you thinking more about preserving wildlife.”
“My life’s already wild enough, thank you. Don’t you see what time it is?”
“Um … early? Like it says up top there?”
“Not early enough, cowboy. If I’m going to make it through (cough, cough) rush hour and get to my meeting on time, I’ve got to get my ass into gear here.”
“Whaddaya mean, ‘like how’?”
“I didn’t know donkeys had transmissions.”
“Must be an automatic, I don’t see a clutch pedal anywhere. But I don’t see a drive shaft, either. So you’re going to have to explain to me about this ‘transmissions’ business. Emissions, now, that I’d believe.”
“Are you telling me I’m not keeping my a …”
“How should I know? This is the first I’ve heard about you keeping a donkey around the house. Do the landlords know about this? They start smelling something, that braying machine is going to be out on the street. Along with you and me.”
“Stop worrying about the landlords. They can put up with donkeys If they can put up with their own bull. Though they might have trouble with yours. Speaking of yours, would you move it, so I can get to work?”
“Because the landlords will toss us out on our donkeys if we don’t pay the rent!”
– O Ceallaigh
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