The farmer was absolutely paralyzed with fear, as he explained what had happened. "I was hoisting the cap up when I slipped on the wet ground, and as I was about to topple into the open well, my faithful donkey, Angelo, who is known for his little "head butts", saw his chance and gave me a little nudge. As I flew over the well, he slipped and fell in. The farmer's face shown red with embarrassment. The farmer's friends ran with him to the well, hoping they could figure out how to get Angelo out safely.
by Gina Romanini-Atkins, Chico, CAThey all ran to have a look at the donkey...
"Don't worry," said Barry, "he'll calm down soon. For now, he's just hopping mad..."
by Carolyn Ann Aish, Inglewood, New ZealandEveryone went bursting through the door and followed Old McDonald back through the woods to his farm. And sure enough, there was the mule and there was the egg. A rather large egg I might add.
All of us were standing around staring and laughing; talking and analyzing the situation. A mule laying an egg was unheard of.
I pulled my cell phone out of my coveralls pocket to call the TV station just as Joey back-kicked hard as he could. Amongst the scurrying and getting out of the way something caught my eye.
At the edge of the field an Easter Bunny was rolling on the ground, hugging his sides and laughing as hard as he could. Beside him was a tipped over Easter basket of eggs. I wonder ?
by Julieann Powell, DeFuniak Springs, FLBill, the store owner, retorted, "Those carrots were for decoration. You would think an animal would know the difference between food and wood, anyway."
Just then, Bill, farmer Ted, and the customers in the store began to hear wheezing, coughing and loud choking.
Farmer Ted ran to his donkey's side, which promptly lost its balance and tumbled to the dirt, obviously deceased.
"Well, that's what happens when you get too excited over vegetables. I'm a meat and potatoes guy myself," said Bill.
by April McCullar, Archibald, LAEveryone charged out of the store, down the lane, across three fields, along the creek, up the river, and finally into Bob's barn. They crowded around the mule, who looked around smugly.
Bob panted up and grabbed the mule's bridle. "Watch this, folks. Jack, what TV program do you want to watch?"
"Hee Haw!" brayed the mule.
First, there was silence, then mass pandemonium as the townspeople took turns beating Bob up. They left with angry shouts and swore never to listen to him again.
As the barn once again grew quiet, the mule nudged the farmer with its nose. “Reckon they were more the I Dream of Jeannie type, Bob?”
by Phillip Lynne, Knoxville, TN