The Donkey

Gather 'round children... I am going to tell you a tale. This tale has been past down for decades and has reached me by way of a magical little thing called a forward. ...This tale happened a long, long time ago... in a land far, far away... a land called Bruce County...

Once there lived a farmer and his donkey. They lived together in a quaint, peaceful existance on the farmer's sleepy little farm outside of Hanover. One sunny day as the donkey was grazing happily in his pasture, by some horrible twist of fate, he fell down the farmer's well! Oh no!
The well was dry, and luckily, the donkey was unhurt aside from some minor cuts and bruises. He got to his feet, shook himself off, and cried out for his master to come help him.
Upon hearing the cries of his old donkey, the farmer rushed to see what was the matter and to his dismay, found that his donkey had fallen down the old well! The donkey cried piteously for nearly an hour as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided, the donkey was old and the well needed to be covered anyhow, and it just wasn't worth the effort to save the donkey. So, the farmer asked all of his hillbilliy friends in a five-mile radius to grab a shovel and assist him in the task at hand.
All together, they began to shovel dirt down the well and ontop of the donkey, who realized what was going on and began to cry horribly! But before long, to everyone's amazement, the donkey quieted down...
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well - what he saw astonished him! With each mound of dirt that landed on his back, the old donkey did something truly amazing. He would shake the mound of dirt off of him and take a step up!
The hillbillies continued to shovel dirt, and with each shovel, the donkey slowly but surely made his way up the well. Soon, everyone watched in amazement as the last shovel of dirt was thrown and the donkey climbed over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!

...But our story continues--

The next day, that old donkey came back and bit the living shit out of the farmer who had elected to bury him in the well. The farmers wounds became infected and within a week, the farmer died an agonizing death from septic shock.

Moral of the story: When you do something wrong and you try to cover your ass, it always comes back to bite you!


Ta Da!