Lemurian Donkey's Incorporated

Where are the donkeys?

2007-07-14T07:58:00.000-07:00

Wandering into the donkety enclosure I find " nothing"...No messages since 06? Oh dear..I am surprised I even got into your yard. I have been searching for my castle. Can you imagine loosing your home . First Riversleigh and now the castle....Oh dear, Oh dear....Must run..But thought I would drop a message to see if you still know what is happening at your old home.

Im late, I'm late, for a very important date...dahhhhh "I forgot where that date is! Lo0ve Jane

for Frances on her Birthday

2006-06-07T18:31:00.000-07:00

Hippopotamus-another by Jim Cornish

2006-02-02T04:08:00.000-08:00

The hippopotamus is a big
and most ungainly kind of pig.
He doesn't know he is of course,
he thinks he is a sort of horse
and that's because some ancient Greek
who, seeing this animal in a creek,
said "It isn't reptile, cat or kine
ergo it must be equine."
He doesn't gallop, trot or neigh
and doesn't lunch on oats and hay.
He's lacking the essential parts
convenient for pulling carts.
He doesn't grunt or squeal or snort;
(perhaps he thinks he shouldn't ought)
so leave him wallowing in his bog
pretending that he's not a hog.

The best little donkey

2006-02-02T03:56:00.000-08:00

The best little donkey
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Jim's photo of the first donkey I loved in front of Notre
Dame in Paris

The Platypus, another from Zologic

2006-01-10T00:04:00.000-08:00

Take pity on the platypus,
it must be so confusing;
to be a furry monotreme
is befuddling and bemusing.
When you're like both bird and mammal
it's a problem hard to handle:
The product of ambivalence and
a biological scandal.
Neighbors look at them askance
as if, with fur and four legs,
they have no right to hatch a clutch
then go on laying more eggs.
They must feel they are the victims
of some evolutionary fiddle;
to be a duck at each end
and a beaver in the middle.

Jim Cornish

The Camel

2005-12-29T18:23:00.000-08:00

The crocodile's a friendly chap,
he's fond of human beings,
especially the fat ones
though he doesn't mind the leans.
He'll greet you with a cheerful grin,
he'll weep with tears of pleasure
and show you to his dining room
to eat you at his leisure.
then you'd better run a mile.
Jim Cornish

The Penguin

2005-11-15T16:30:00.000-08:00

Another from Zoologic, Jim Cornish

The penguin is a natty bird,
what's called an apterix.
Which means it doesn't use its wings
but it can do other tricks.
It swims and dives; it fishes
using neither bait nor hook.
It knows just how to catch fish
without learning from a book.
Penguins always dress for dinner
though they don't sit at the table
since they don't bend in the middle
so they really are not able.
They don't want a bowl of soup
nor roast beef with rich brown gravy.
They only want the fish course,
nice and fresh and raw and savory

Kangaroo, from Jim's archive

2005-11-08T15:45:00.000-08:00

In speaking to a kangaroo
always try to be polite
Avoid any mention of a stew
or you’ll end up in a fight.
For roos are very sensitive
on the subject of their tails
and unless you’re very cautious,
they’ll rip out your entrails
. And if you should be fool enough
to mention roo tail soup
you’d better have a motor bike
or he’ll send you for a loop
and you’ll wind up in a gum tree
from a drop-kick by the bounder,
thinking on mature reflection
that your judgment could be sounder.

The Secretary travels homeward and back

2005-11-03T22:58:00.000-08:00

The Secretary travels
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

After her long talk with the Great White Owl, the Secretary knew that she must go to her childhood home for a time before the meeting with Baba. When she called for a team, Mehitabel refused point blank to wear those ear wings again but the twins, Bebe and Deneba volunteered as one to pull the light cutter as it was also provided with a large set of #2 special new-model drive wings and the little team were proud of their reputations for being ultra modern high flyers. The Secretary put on the magic dark-for-snow glasses, her big fur mittens and her thinking-this-is-fine cap. They flew north to the end-of-the-line at le Pas for a visit with the Secretary's old classmates and back again without too much trouble although even the most patient donkeys were a bit miffed when they had to thaw their morning tea but the Sec. had some mintys in her big satchell which made the twins happy. The Sec. was very glad she had found the old china footwarmer and had it under the big dooner. I hope everyone will wait for us at Baba's and will appreciate the ice blocks we are bringing back. Yours as always, The Secretary of the Donkeys' Union

Poems from Zoologic by Jim Cornish

2005-11-03T16:18:00.000-08:00

The Secretary has been delving through her archives and so, with your permission
posts this poem, one of a series, in hopes that someone will provide a suitable
illustration. (Perhaps this one is an object lesson for certain Union Members who
have had a tendency to get their employers to walk!) Yours, from the Office

The lion is a lazy beast,
he loafs around all day
and sends his missus out to hunt
then comes and eats the prey.
He's not much use around the den,
he never lifts a paw
and when it comes to training cubs,
all he can do is roar.
The lioness tries with might and mane
to get him off his rump
and act a bit like king of beasts
and not some useless lump.
She says that he should show the pride
that lions are renowned for,
instead of lyin' round all day
that not what he was crowned for.

Donkey Tale - Name Games

2005-10-29T15:43:00.000-07:00

My donkey, impishly grinned and said, "you don't know my name, do you?" "no," I answered. "Well," he mused, knowing I was embarrassed at neither knowing nor having tried to know, after all I could have asked. Trying to set it right I bit my lower lip and said in a barely audible voice, "what is your name?"

"Well," he teased, "it is not sweetie, or babe, or little donkey, and it most certainly is not you stubborn old thing." I tried to mutter an apology, again, he stood there, grinning.

"You can be insufferable." I was nearly crying.
"You've nearly made her cry" came a small voice just to the side of me. I was quite shocked as I was not aware that the geese in the gypsy camp were also able to speak.

"You can speak too?" "If you are willing to really listen, we can be heard to speak," the goose explained. "I'm sorry I did not mean to be insensitive, but since I did not know you could speak it seemed silly to ask you your names. Still I am truly sorry if any of the things I've called you made you feel hurt. Would you tell me now please, what are your names?"

"Mine is Ginny," said the goose, "and my grinning friend the donkey is Doncaster Grey, he likes to tease, don't feel too badly" with that ginny crawled into my lap like a cat, she was a lovely and affectionate goose. The donkey was still grinning and making faces.

"Alright, Doncaster Grey, what is it?" "Well," started the donkey while shuffling his donkey feet in the dirt, "I've been thinking I should like to have a Halloween costume too, just as the humans do. I thought I'd like to be and angel, after all I already have wings." It seemed like a fair enough request and after a bit of consideration I took Ginny off my lap and made a few changes to have Doncaster go from just plain old flying and talking donkey to an angel donkey.

Some glitter in the wings and sparkly eyelashes glued on and a halo fashioned from tin foil and wire. "Would you mind very much, marm, sketching me in costume, to remember the moment by?" so this is what I sketched. Donkeys can be very silly.

The Donkeys sing around the Golden Throne

2005-10-27T19:25:00.000-07:00

The Donkeys sing around the Golden Throne
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Secretary has put this photo into the Donkeys archives. The Union sang for the Gypsy performance.

Augustus and Moonbeam Hero Archetypes

2005-10-25T19:56:00.000-07:00

Baba said it 'would all end in tears' and right now she is far from happy. Le Enchanteur will need to watch her back because Baba is not someone to toy with. Turning Baba into a purple dragon is not one of le Enchanteur's better ideas, especially when Augustus and Moonbeam are playing out their hero archetypes. Could be interesting come Halloween!

Dorothy Donkey

2005-10-25T19:54:00.000-07:00

Dorothy Donkey
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Secretary: May I present Dorothy, our newest, youngest donkey who has already taken her employer on a journey? Dorothy is noted for her sweet disposition and dainty manners.

Shared Bodily Warmth

2005-10-24T19:51:00.000-07:00

Quite a day at the gypsy camp yesterday, after a few hours I was done for the day. My donkey's welcome bodily warmth soon had me drop into a slumber on his broad little back. A good thing these donkeys know as well as we where to take us. He took me to my favourite clearing where I fell into a deeply satisfying sleep, dreaming of markets and fine wares and new friends.

Note from the Boss Donkey

2005-10-24T19:44:00.000-07:00

My secretary who is typing this had to admit that she only got 85 % at the Secretarial College and is not quite as competent as the Secretary of the Ladies' Detective Agency. I therefore apologize for her spelling errors in the preceeding document. Signed with a hoof print, the Boss

Gumnut

2005-10-24T19:40:00.000-07:00

Gumnut
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Gumnut, the dragon has landed on the Island, promising to come in peace and good will but the Boss Donkey has questions and the Great White Owl wants a guarantee that Gumnut will hold his breath near any feathers. The Secretary has provided the friendly dragon with a tiny island where he can remain offshore until the performance. He has provided the guaranty and we have given him a microphone to talk to the owls. The Secretary who has been reading the stories from the Gypsy Camp and would otherwise have doubts herself not having an association with dragons up to now.

The Donkeys' Union Song: Notice to all members, The Secretary

2005-10-23T16:03:00.001-07:00

The Donkeys' Union has been asked to sing at the concert in the Gypsy Camp. Jim Cornish was commissioned by the Boss to dig up the words of the original Donkeys' song. Here are the lyrics Jim found. Unfortunately the score seems to be missing some parts so we will have to find a new tune. The Boss and the Owl are excellent choreographers so there will be no problem for the dancers. All members not currently on the road are expected to be at the Donkey Port by nine tomorrow night to complete preparations and learn the song. Positively no excuses for absence accepted. Here are your words set them to memory before the meeting.

The Donkeys Union Song

Come comrades join the chorus
of the donkeys’ serenade
Let us rouse the hottest passions
of us donkeys on parade

Tell the world we’re members
of a glorious old tradition.
We’re the good old Donkey’s Union
full of enterprise and ambition.

We’ve been on the job for ages,
carried Moses and the Great One
in the mountains, plains or deserts
where it frizzles or it freezes

Now we’re loaded with experience
and wisdom of the ages
so we’re not just beasts of burden
or some smudge on history’s pages.

Just ask any Jack or Jenny
what it’s like to be an ass.
They’ll swell with pride and tell you-
we’ve got culture, we’ve got class.

Preparing for the entertainent at the Gypsy concert

2005-10-22T05:46:00.000-07:00

Practicing for the dancing
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Wi a wee drap and some memory the Secretary is practicing for the big night wi a wee bit o'the Scot
in the dancing

The honors go to those who do

2005-10-21T22:49:00.000-07:00

In the face of perceived danger our two donkeys rescued their rider. One or two of their friends are a bit envious but that is to be expected. The Secretary

Walk in the desert

2005-10-21T16:55:00.000-07:00

Walk in the desert
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The road is long
and straight across the Nullabar
What will the day bring
our seekers and the gentle beasts?

Augustus and Moonbeam in Court

2005-10-21T06:10:00.000-07:00

Augustus and Moonbeam have been called to present themselves before the court. Judging by the looks on the faces of everyone I am not sure if their altercation with Bamboodle has won them such praise from their peers.

So They Do Fly!

2005-10-20T01:12:00.000-07:00

Quite the sight. I do hope they are trained not to relieve themselves while in the air?

Chain of Command

2005-10-19T17:47:00.000-07:00

Clearly no-one is accepting responsibility here. Boss Donkey, Boss Owl, humble Secretary who suddenly only works here and Shrek like Donkey's chattering! No wonder it is mayhem here at Donkey Headquarters. An odd apple core or feather is, frankly, the least of our worries. I have spoken to the Amazon Queen. She thinks it is all too hard and if she pretends no-one has told her of the chaos she will not have to take responsibility. Who has she been taking lessons from?

Moonbeam and Augustus

2005-10-19T06:47:00.000-07:00

Moonbeam and Augustus
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Moonbeam and Augustus arrive at the Gypsy camp with their beloved employer who has been invited to spend the night with the Gypsy Princess, Ravenna in her special caravan. The Secretary sends her best regards and hopes to be with them soon.

Please Explain Madame Secretary

2005-10-19T05:55:00.000-07:00

What is Jack's game Madame Secretary? Do you have no control over the creatures who belong to your union? I mean really Madame! I have long wondered about your control over at that room you call an office, and now, I fear, my suspicions have been confirmed.

In the Water and on the Shore

2005-10-18T20:37:00.000-07:00

My invitation to skinny dipping was answered by a bevy a ladies and chatter and laughter skated across the water to Owl Island and the whole of the shore for miles. The water was cool. Our donkeys hawed and honked on the shore.

Blue lipped we hurried out after a few minutes to dry off and warm up. Someone came up with a box of goodies (much of it chocolate, a fire was quickly built from deadwood, so dry it lit with little work. We swapped stories of how we got here and we thought we might go next. It was late when we each left to find a bed for the night. I chose mine right there, under the stars and by the fire. My is donkey, part guardian and part pet, still keeping me company.

Weekend One

2005-10-18T04:21:00.000-07:00

What an exciting weekend! Friday was movie night and I borrowed a copy of "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers." Not exactly Gypsy dancing but a lot of fun. The only "downer" was that 'quoise wanted to know why all those men weren't off to war somewhere. They did draw some parallels between the semi-make-believe in the story and what everyone does on the Silk Road. Jade comment that the movie was really a fairy tale. Coral was upset at first that everyone was pretty and handsome and no one ever was every shown with disabilities or huge or tiny like "real people," but later said that in love stories people always looked like you wanted them to, and that was OK.

Part of Saturday was set aside to work on costumed for Halloween. They don't go door to door much after dark, but are excited about all of the kids coming here. They make all of their own outfits out of grocery bags with stuff glued all over, plus a trip to the thrift store. I overheard comments about their "other costumes" and was happy discover that the understand they can create any costume the wish for the Gypsy party. I am hoping they might plan on even being something else physically as well and completely break the chains of "definition by others", which is a reoccurring theme for me.

Surprise! A friend called to alert me that a visitor from a certain 'state agency' was stopping by. We do not fall under their authority as a group home and they have no legitimate reason for a call or inspection. That, of course, makes no difference. They want to have everything under their control and "can't understand" why we don't take advantage of their services. Yes, we could use the money assistance, but don't want their interference. I suspect that one of the girl's mothers is behind it. None of them have any legal custody and one is in prison. They resent that they have to call and plan a visit. I don't blame them really, but have to follow the court orders and father's directions. The girls can call them any evening they wish (free cell phone long distance), but rarely care to. Anyway, Mr. Andrews came to call.

The warning gave us a chance to straighten up a bit, though the house is always in better shape than most homes with teen-age girls. These aren't really, but … They have set hygiene programs and chores. I did cheat and arrange for a late breakfast of pancakes with "goodies" cooked in. Everyone gets to good their own with very creative designs and ingredients. Bits of sausage and pineapple seem reasonable, but I don't have to eat the ones with green pepper, olives, cherries and M&Ms. Mr. Andrews did! It was lot's of fun. He even thought it was funny when 'quoise insisted on wearing a shower cap to make "fresh squoze" orange juice.

He commented on the age of our van and TV set and asked the girls what they did for fun. I know he meant field trips and free movies and amusement parks and such. I was very proud of the girls. Here are some snatches -- you guess who was speaking.

"We go to the movies all the time. Tuesday nights we get to pick one and Fridays Nessie gets to pick one."

"Don't you go to the big cinema complex?"

"Too loud and the other people aren't very polite about Jade wanting two seats and Coral having to sit on the isle with her leg sticking out."

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"Have you taken any trips to anyplace exciting?"

"Last week we went to Australia and lived in a cave."

"And we had a picnic with a lady from Canada like the geese, except we had ravens"

"Australia? How did you get there?"

"With donkeys, silly. We could take a plane but they don't talk"

……………………………………………………………………………..

"So, Ms. Kness, do you read them a lot of kid's books? Have them watch a lot of children's programs on TV?" ( I am sure the girls were oblivious of his tone.)

"We watch the history channel sometimes."

"I like those programs with real animals the best. That is like going to Africa too."

"Nessie doesn't let us watch much. But we all like to play games together more anyway."

"Don't you like to watch sports? Go to ball games?"

"We go to Little League games sometimes. We get to cheer and eat anything we want and don't have to choose team."

"and the drop balls and strike out like we do. Sometimes the coaches let us play a bit before the game."

"Yeah! And Coral has a pretend runner. If she hits the ball the coach picks her up and runs the bases with her."

"They have real good pitchers too. They always throw so we can try to hit it. Not to Jade though. She can really clobber it"

"What sports do you play Mr. Andrews?"

On today's BBC News

2005-10-17T18:07:00.000-07:00

The Donkeys' Boss is proud to report that the BBC news this morning has a photo of the Pakistani Army's animal team that includes many of our cousins. The Secretary

Gypsy Camp - The Romanyi

2005-10-16T17:39:00.000-07:00

Gypsy Camp - The Romanyi

My idea of a gypsy. This from a Theatre Magazine and is so exotic!

Moonbeam and Augustus

2005-10-16T13:55:00.000-07:00

I had just settled into my sleeping bag after a long day on the trail when I heard a commotion outside my tent. There was much shuffling and braying and shaking of the tent flap. My first thought was to snuggle down inside my sleeping bag and ignore it, but oh my goodness, it was such a commotion.

I'd spent the day, the first on my way to the Gypsy Camp, on the trail and when I finally bedded down I was tired, short of patience, and dusty. In short, I needed a bath and I needed sleep.

I struggled out of my sleeping bag and unzipped the tent flap to see my donkey friend, Moonbeam, and with her another bigger donkey, dark of coat, and with ears twice the size of normal. Now we all know that donkey's eras are big … but this one's were bigger than big. They were enormous. Moonbeam, her white coat gleaming in the moonlight, gave me a toothy smile and in donkey language, which I seemed to understand well, though how, I do not know, introduced me to Augustus who was to accompany her and me to the Gypsy Camp.

"Why," I asked, "do I need another donkey? You and me, well, we got along famously last time."

"You never know," Moonbeam said, her ears twitching, when we might need some extra wisdom and Augustus is wise beyond his years."

"Well," I said with a grin, "if his ears are any indication of his wisdom, then…."

Augustus lowered his head and a tear fell from his right eye.

"Be careful," Moonbeam said. "Augustus is self conscious about his ears … too many people, and the other donkeys make fun of him."

"I'm sorry, Augustus." I reached for his bristly mane and rubbed it and between his ears. He nodded and gave me a toothy smile.

"We have far to go," Moonbeam said, "and since Augustus doesn't fly, we have to hoof it."

"That's okay, but I have to get some rest first … I'm just plain tuckered."

"We are, too," Moonbean said, looking at her companion. "We had to hoof it to catch up to you. You made good time for a human on foot."

Augustus nodded his head in agreement. "We'll bed down over there." He pointed with one ear toward a large tree at the edge of the clearing.

"Good night then,"

The two donkeys, one as white as moonlight the other as dark as the deepest shadow, turned and made their way to the base of the tree.

I watched them settle down before returning to the warmth and comfort of my sleeping bag.

Vi
©October 16, 2005

but who asked

2005-10-15T05:37:00.000-07:00

Em was looking over my shoulder and immediately burst out in song!
Great, except for ...

"Birdy, birdy in the sky,
dropped some whitewash in my eye.
I am glad, am I, am I;
that talking donkeys do not fly"

maybe that is where 'OOBLEK' comes from

faucon

Long Ago

2005-10-15T04:04:00.000-07:00

The girls are working on their Holloween costumes. I am on the 'puter doing paperwork,
but can easily switch to my open Word document and enter snatches of conversation.

Jade -- "I wish that the donkeys could fly into tomorrow. Then we could get to the Gypsie party sooner."

'quoise -- "Silly, silly. Then your costume would not be done.

Nessie -- "Nice try. You still haven't finished sweeping the porch."

Coral -- "I think flying backwards would be funner. The we could go to long ago and be at a costume ball with a prince."

'quoise -- "You mean that movie with the sword fighters?"

Coral -- "Maybe, but I remember lot's of movies about people in masks pretending they don't know each other."

Jade -- "No. They just do that for us audience. If we didn't know who they are it would be real confusing. Like that "Midnight Dream" play at the little theater."

Coral -- "Nessie. When doctors and nurses were those costumes, are they pretending?"

'quoise -- "Gypsies wear constumes all the time. They aren't pretending."

Progress Nonetheless

2005-10-15T00:56:00.000-07:00

Starting off again today, too late in the day to fully get to where I am going but still feel I should make the effort. I passed the most amazing trees wearing lacy fungus skirts, patches of toadstools at their gnarled roots.

The donkey still followed me, though not at my urging. Doing what could only be described as an awkward bunny hop and nose-nudging it dawned on me (I am none to quick on the uptake today), the donkey was trying to point something out to me.

Quite surprising I found a doll, looking just like the one my mother made from my dad's old corduroy pants. That was a half centurey ago, and miraculously this doll has never been lost nor needed mending.

Her name was Jamaica.

I've no idea how she got beneath the tree, all they way out here. I last left her sitting on a shelf in my hallway. Jamaica has always been profundly important to me, representing constancy, after all she is always there, even when I am away and forget to pack here, somehow she still is there. Gifts made with love are never lost.

I suppose I've taken her for granted and not noticed her wandering off. Much like this donkey, he blends well against old walls and cliffs. I haven't seen wings on this one, perhaps they are folded close when not in use? He'sgot the most beautiful eyes. Far more intelligent than one would suppose a donkey would be.

aletta

Archibald Archibald

2005-10-13T17:09:00.000-07:00

Archibald Archibald jpg
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Archibald Archibald, the flying dancer
does the Donkey highland fling
high high in the sky
just for the girls, I wonder why
it's so hard to draw Archie. The Secretary

Donkeys on my sketchpad

2005-10-12T21:49:00.000-07:00

All afternoon I've been coming up donkeys, one after another. They don't have names, and I'm not sure what they are doing here. I'd no idea I could even draw a convincing donkey, so they are here of their own accord. They are not your flying variety, unless the wings come later.

Later maybe some of these won't mind standing still fo a little colouring.

Good to be here.

aletta

The Secretary arriving at the picnic

2005-10-12T18:52:00.000-07:00

The Secretary arriving at the picnic
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Hello Coral, Jade and Tourqoise, I hope you are having a good time on the journey. My dancing donkey's name is Archibald Archibald. His specialty is the donkey highland fling because he is a Scottish donkey. He often uses his wings when he dances. The Sec.

Flying Donkeys

2005-10-11T07:27:00.000-07:00

We went hunting for pictures for the girls' scrapbooks.
Jade wishes to know which of these is "gooder"?

Destiny difficulty

2005-10-10T06:06:00.000-07:00

Thank you for your kindness but Destiny has read the message and is putting up a continual argument. I am afraid she has a terrific superiority compex. To be sheltered with mules has put her into a state of unmanageability that I can not seem to change. I may not be able to work this out. She seems to think she knows the way to the gypsy camp so I have finally agreed to let her try first and if we get lost I will put my foot down. I hope by that time you will still have a mule left. I hear everyone is already at the wake and I feel terrible not to be there to lend my support.

A humble request

2005-10-09T18:37:00.000-07:00

I know you are extremely busy right now but I was wondering if I could drop off my horse Destiny for the time, in your care. while I am on the silk road. At the moment I am just leaving the cave of the Enhantress at my first dawn on the Road to Ithaka and would like to walk a while. As your mules are magical I guess I had better mind the Enhantress once more and try out one after I have walked a while, so also please find one that would fit my spirit. I look forward to seeing you. Will you be at the Gypsy camp? (That is if I ever find it) Love, Jane

Jabber

2005-10-08T03:29:00.000-07:00

The girls would like to know something of the donkeys. Where they came from, what they like to eat, what they did last summer, kind of thing. When the girls go to a new work place or home they always have to share these things as an introduction. Personal problems are never discussed, but new friends are easily made based on shared past events and liking the same flower or not liking mustard.

I am in trouble! Our Internet searching for pictures of carts, donkeys and such let to the discovery that "gunnie sack" is not correct. It seems that "gunnie" means "sack". Now they go around naming everything I do as double. Bag-bag, car-car, pencil-pencil. Hopefully this game will end before we leave.

Nessie

Covered wagon for three

2005-10-08T00:45:00.000-07:00

Covered wagon for three
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Secretary to those who must bring friends who are handicapped and require more comfort than ordinary transport by donkey: Our covered wagons are small enough to be drawn by two donkeys. They may be flown but this procedure is not recommended. You will remember that our donkeys speak your language so can be directed by voice.

Morgaine's Surprise.

2005-10-07T20:54:00.000-07:00

A donkey, hhmm, at Camelot we ride horses, donkey's cannot be that different, can they? Well, if I am to begin this journey I guess I had better get moving.

I decided to befriend the donkey allocated to me and grabbed a handful of grass with dandeloins mixed in, I offered it to him and watched him eat as I stroked his maine. 'I shall call you, Gallahad and we shall be trusting companions upon this journey'.

'Thank you, Morgaine, I shall enjoy your companionship and care but please don't think less of me because I am a donkey and not a horse'. Morgaine nearly fell over with shock - a donkey that can not only talk but hear her thoughts too!

'Oh no, Gallahad, I do not think less of you! You're obviously a sensitive donkey and you, you can talk and read my thoughts! How can this be? Oh, but I am glad Gallahad, now the journey will not be so lonely, it's nice to have someone to talk too'.

'It is good, Morgaine, that we have sorted this matter out, the journey is long and far, so to attempt it feeling inferior in any way is not good for you or me. You are not alone Morgaine, we are together and you shall meet many traveler's along the way'.

'Do you know where we are going, Gallahad? What is our route, our first stop'? 'I believe it is the Gypsy Camp, there is a wake there for Megan's mother. Now get some sleep, we shall begin at dawn'.

With that Morgaine pulled her warm cloak from her bag and laid down to sleep upon the soft green grass. She was soo tired and excited at the same time. 'Goodnight Gallahad'. 'Goodnight Morgaine'.

An Auspicious Beginning

2005-10-06T18:17:00.000-07:00

Amelia, the overly loquacious, seemingly caffeinated rag doll, meets Annabelle the donkey, whose patience has been stretched thin.

Jack gives advice

2005-10-05T16:57:00.000-07:00

Jack gives advice
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Memo from the Secretary: Jack's advice to Treasa should be given to all riders:"Rule Number 1: Relax! Your fear and uncertainty transmits to your fine noble steed, letting me--I mean, him--know he's the boss. Rule Number 2: Match your body's rhythm to your donkey's gait. The ride will be smoother and easier this way--for both of us. And Rule Number 3: You've got to be smarter than the average tree. Be aware of your surroundings too."

Job assignments

2005-10-05T05:46:00.000-07:00

Memo from the Secretary to the Boss and Members: Agnes is to be ready to leave with Susan Dogget on the new journey. We wish you both good fellowship and a good trip.

Letter To the Secretary of Donkeys Incorporated

2005-10-04T18:48:00.000-07:00

A Letter To the Secretary of Donkeys Incorporated

Dear Secretary,
Hello from the open road. My name is Treasa O'Leary, a traveler along the Soulfood Silk Road...but then...you might already know that. I wouldn't be a wee bit surprised if you did, the way this fantastic adventure is constantly keeping me in a state of surrealness. I never know what expect next!

*shakes head in amazement* Certainly not a talking donkey! Jack has made the trip quite...interesting and humorous thus far--we've only been on the road two days. He's been helpful at times as well. And that's why I'm writing you, to tell you what an amazing trip this is going to be with him as a mount and to thank you.

I don't know how you choose which mount for which traveler, but, in my case, you hit gold. You see, I've never ridden a donkey before in my life; only horses a handful of times and not since my childhood at that. The longest I've ever ridden one has been two or three hours and afterwards I was saddle-sore for two days!

*as if the mere mention of it is their cue, all my various aches and throbbing pains intensify and I shift stiffly, trying to find a more comfortable position on my sleeping bag, unable to hold back a low moan*

*silent wry laugh as I resume writing in the combined light of flickering fire and flashlight* I'm in much the same position as I was then. Saddle-sore. But Jack is being an awfully good sport about it, thank goodnees. Right from the start it was painfully obvious to both of us and to my silent guide (whose name I've since learned is Ophelia) that I'm no natural horsewoman--or donkey rider. Jack's gentle swaying gait is as smooth and fluid as any donkey's could be. But until today, for the life of me, I couldn't establish a reasonably good rhythm that allowed me to move as one with him. My butt kept bouncing, up and down, up and down, hard on the saddle until my poor abused tailbone made its first throbbing protests. I felt like a Mexican jumping bean. *rolls eyes and shakes head in embarrassment*

Ah well. At least no one has laughed at this bobbing Irish lass yet--well, not very much and not because of my poor riding skills. For that, I have to give thanks. Jack has been really sweet and has been trying to give me pointers.

"Consider this a crash course in riding," he said after Ophelia helped pull me from the ground at his hooves that first day. We hadn't gone 20 feet down the road from the Enchantress' cave before I was bested by a low-hanging branch that caught me in the chest and knocked me from his saddle. "Rule Number 1: Relax! Your fear and uncertainty transmits to your fine noble steed, letting me--I mean, him--know he's the boss. Rule Number 2: Match your body's rhythm to your donkey's gait. The ride will be smoother and easier this way--for both of us. And Rule Number 3: You've got to be smarter than the average tree. Be aware of your surroundings too."

In my defense, I have to say I was in a state of shock when those leaves smacked me in the face and that branch connected with my breastbone! Jack had started talking--without warning--about the journey and introducing himself and Ophelia and her horse Nightshade. Who wouldn't be floored by a talking donkey when, where I come from, they don't speak?! Well, except for the ones in the Bible and Arabian Tales, but the one was from a parable I believe, the other from a fairy tale.

I gaped at his big gray-brown donkey face, blinking stupidly into his velvety brown eyes once I was back on my feet, repeating over and over, "He talks! He talks! My donkey talks!!"

Ophelia nodded, an amused look on her face. She went to Nightshade, who stood five feet up ahead, with his ebony neck craned right in our direction and dug through his saddlebags. On her way to the stallion she gave Jack an admonishing look. Pulling out medical supplies from one of the bags, she walked back toward me and doctored the few cuts and scrapes I'd sustained from the encounter with the olive tree. (I thought olive branches were supposed to be peaceful?) Once she was satisfied I was ok and taken care of, Ophelia nodded to herself decisively, gathered the box of bandages and ointment and rejoined Nightshade. Putting the things away she mounted the black stallion and motioned with her arm I should do the same.

"Yes, I talk," Jack said, gazing at me with what passes, I suppose, for patience in a donkey. "And you're quite the observer. We have a lot of miles to cover before we reach the Valley of the Temples, where we will be camping over the next few days before reaching the Gypsy Camp. Are you brave enough to try again?"

Dumbly I nodded, reaching behind me to check and make sure everything in my backpack was ok after having landed on the bag in my fall. I mounted and we were off again--albeit at a slower pace--the guide and her black stallion, Jack the donkey and me, the Irish Mexican jumping bean.

As I said, Jack has been sweet and pretty understanding, only making fun of me once in awhile, laughing his braying laugh as he watches me move stiffly about the campsite or if I do some clumsy thing like trip over an exposed tree root. "It was right in front of you, in plain view! You shouldn't read that book of Roman myths as you walk." He admonished just today as we took our lunch break.

I have to thank you. Despite moments like those, I'm sure you're well aware he can be quite amusing. I also have no doubt you already know he can hold entire coversations with himself, for Jack can talk and talk. And talk. I can't help but laugh when he gets going. By no means would this journey be dull or ordinary without him; he just adds to the the wonder and joy of it. So, with all my gratitude, thank you. He is a wonderful companion and mount, and I will take good care of him for as long as he is with me.

Sincerely,
Treasa O'Leary, Awed, Amazed and Humble Explorer

*folds the letter written on the lavender stationery from the cave room and seals it in the matching envelope; writes the address on the front and hands it to a waiting raven who accepts it with its beak and a nod; spreading its dark wings it takes off and I shut the flashlight off, sliding and settling into my sleeping bag by the fire*

Practicing for the concert

2005-10-03T17:21:00.000-07:00

Practicing for the concert
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Secretary reports to Boss Donkey: The concert master, Dirk, has been travelling by wing to learn new music for the Hallowe'en Concert. Here is the dawn practice on the quay with the young owls in attendance. They have a dance routine in mind but must find a suitable choreographer.

The donkeys polish the dancing floor

2005-09-30T04:26:00.000-07:00

The donkeys polish
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

As it is only a month left before the All Hallows celebration the donkeys have offered to polish the big dance platform. Each donkey pulls a heavy bag of chaff over the waxed floor. Riders are needed for additional weight. The village boys are expected to pay one apple each for the ride and some of our employers are also helping. Note Madam driving hers at the back. Any other helpers are also expected to pay an apple. Our careful donkeys wear moccasins so not to damage the fine wood. I apologize for the quality of the photo as my best camera fell into the water as we approached the quay. The Secretary

The Secretary and Baba with Donkeys

2005-09-29T04:21:00.000-07:00

Donkey port

2005-09-28T00:20:00.000-07:00

Donkey port
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

As one of our employers has complained that the Donkey Port was not open at night save for the one donkey she was able to hire, I have consulted with the Great White Owl who has lent me two of his liveliest offspring to keep overnight records and contact donkeys as needed. The young owls were pleased to come as they are promised rides in the day time when the donkeys are not too busy. As the elder of these is quite capable of using the mobile phone he has in hand you will be able to get in touch with me or the Boss Donkey from the port in future. Yours, the Secretary

Union Meeting September

2005-09-24T19:15:00.000-07:00

Union Meeting September
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Notice to all members of the Donkeys' Union: At the request of the Secretary and the Boss Donkey a meeting of the full membershiip discussed the request that some help be given to the Donkeys of Delphi. After a lengthy debate it has been decided that the entire membership will pay ten percent of annual income to a fund to send food to the Poor Donkeys of Delphi. This, the Union decided would be a better policy than bringing the thin donkey to Duwamish as the membership is already short of jobs. Dawn volunteered to take the full load and has been offered the Secretary's winged canoe and three spare pairs of wings for the first journey. Later a roster will be set up for remaining volunteers. We sincerely hope that Lois and other skeptics will approve our solution to the problem Claire brought to us. Later we will send the Boss on a mission to organize a union of donkeys of Delphi to improve conditions of labour in that well known area. Yours, The Secretary

Skinny Donkey and rider

2005-09-22T23:46:00.000-07:00

Skinny Donkey and rider
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

When my friend, Claire, went to Delphi the donkey she was given to ride was so thin she felt sorry for him. She has concluded that this poor donkey was not a member of the Donkeys Union so Claire has asked me to forward this photo to the Boss Donkey and ask if he can allow a membership. Will the Members please meet at the base of the mountain and make a decision by Friday? The Secretary in some distress for this poor donkey so far away.

Dance of the priestesses

2005-09-22T06:49:00.000-07:00

Dance of the priestesses
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Tonight the Priestesses of the White Queen dance in celebration of her return to the Island of the Great White Owl. There are guests with us, women of the adventure dancing together in love and friendship before the gathering at Duwamish.

Carvings of the Great White Owls

2005-09-21T05:02:00.000-07:00

Carvings of the Grea#14D198
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The donkeys have promised to sleep tonight and not interrupt the sacred dance that will be held on the Island as the priestesses celebrate the finding of the ancient carved sign. The Secretary

four donkey boats

2005-09-20T23:22:00.000-07:00

four donkey boats
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Gus, Dirk, Mehitabel and Moonbeam having completed their tasks decided to have a play in lovely Duwamish Bay in their sturdy leaf boats. When they saw the Donkeys Union about to take off several riders decided to come along. They have all floated upstream to The Island of the Great White Owl to have an important meeting with the Secretary who has been neglecting her duties (So they say). The Boss sends word that she is to remember she takes her orders from him and not from that Owl, no matter how beautiful . The Secretary (who is feeling very hard-done-by.)

Our dolphins get to work

2005-09-18T07:22:00.000-07:00

Our dolphins get to work
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

After a long rest at the Bath House our dolphins are once more pulling their weight. Their riders and sailors are not yet close enough for recognition but we know that others will arrive shortly at the Island of the Great White Owl and that those who like the comforts of service, or the adventure of riding the lead dolphins will prefer to go the rest of the way swiftly and quietly. You will recall that the price of a ticket is a very fresh fish. For further information inquire at the office of the Great White Owl or to the Secretary of the Donkeys' Union.

Vi's Old Ferry Woman

2005-09-15T19:52:00.000-07:00

Old Ferry Woman
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

I read Vi's story of her trip with the Ferry Woman and tried to draw her as Vi told the story. I hope both you and she like the effort. The Secretary

PS So glad Moonbeam is with you. She is a princess among the donkeys.

Mehitabel and Dirk

2005-09-15T05:01:00.000-07:00

Mehitabel and Dirk
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Mehitabel and Dirk were apprehensive about the ability of the leaf boat to carry their weight so they spread their wings as sails and were soon well on their way to Duamish. They have asked me to report to Gail that the leafboats are completely satisfactory. The Secretary

The Ferry Woman and the Secretary

2005-09-14T18:16:00.000-07:00

The Ferry Woman and the Secretary
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

At dawn the ferry woman came. The Secretary said goodbye to her ancestors. The messages on her magic slate made her think about the Business At Hand. Silly donkeys, young owls and the Great White himself better get started on the big clean up. Before the end of the week this lot have to be on their way to Duamish. Holidays are over boys and girls.

The prayer of the donkey

2005-09-14T06:11:00.000-07:00

O God, who made me
to trudge along the road
always,
to carry heavy loads
always,
and to be beaten
always!
Give me great courage and gentleness.
One day let somebody understand me -
that I may no longer want to weep
because I can never say what I mean
and they make fun of me.
Let me find a juicy thistle -
and make them give me time to pick it.
And, Lord, one day, let me find again
my little brother of the Christmas crib.
Amen.

From "Prayers from the Ark " by Carmen Bernos de Gasztold and translated by Rumer Godden

Those young owls of Heather's

2005-09-13T19:29:00.000-07:00

Those young owls of Heather's
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Heather's owls like to ride
but don't do what their told
you'll find them in another place
so hunt them down
I hope the donkeys don't lose face
but I am not pleased
Signed The Great White Owl

History Hills

2005-09-13T06:36:00.000-07:00

History Hills
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Secretary sends this painting of the Hills of History that guard the entrance to the Isle of Ancestors

Owl Island Guardian

2005-09-12T06:02:00.000-07:00

Breakfast

2005-09-12T02:47:00.000-07:00

Sometimes preparing a quick meal
on a campfire or single burner
can be a challenge after the
coffee's done. Try this ...

faucon

.............................................................

Nuthin' Muffin (a single pan breakfast treat)

If you would break your morning fast
with little fuss but fond delight,
but dread those messy pots that last
somehow unto the fading light.

Here is a tip of home prepare
that needs only a single pan
heated slow after coffee's share,
that can be wiped by child's han'.

First peel cold some eggs boiled hard
and slice with ancient wired tool.
Eight rounds you get and shells discard.
Then fetch the meat from chamber cool.

Freezed at castle and store secured,
slice of ham, or bacon chopped
or sausage brown, early prepared.
Lay out some cheese slice or shaved.

Small French bread you will need,
or muffin sliced the English way.
Drop in the pan; cover with meat.
Hide with lid less splatter betray.

When thaw is done and toast is brown,
top with select egg slices four
and bits of cheese of flavor known.
Cover again 'till all melted sure.

Then eat your two with relished pride
and let your crew fix up there own.
For even knight on bleary side
can safely cook and wolf it down.

The Owl and the Secretary meet

2005-09-11T18:04:00.000-07:00

The Owl and the Secretary meet
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Great White Owl welcomed us to the Island just in time for already two of our donkeys have been requested and hastily left to take their folk all the way to the Kansas prairie.
The Secretary and the Owl spent most of yesterday recalling the far north of their childhood. Tomorrow the Secretary will take a short leave and visit the Ancestors while the Owl has promised to take any messages and to record them on the Magic Slate. The Donkeys are planning a picnic and photo shoot on the Island. The Secretary

Side Trip via Agnes

2005-09-11T09:36:00.000-07:00

I am feeling rather homesick for Kansas right now, as this journey is more arduous than I had thought. I believe darling Agnes sensed my mood, because she used her unicorn powers to fly us magically to the Tallgrass Prairie of my home state. One moment we were on the road to Duwamish, the next, we touched down at Spring Hill Ranch. Agnes set to grazing on the rich prairie grass, and I took a rejuvenating solitary walk on the prairie. I walked for miles, my eyes resting on the gently dramatic contours of the unspoiled prairie. A few miles into my hike, I turned, looking 360° to see nothing but prairie—not a person, not a structure—and only a few large and noble cottonwood trees.

As I reached a small oasis of water, signaled by a clustered stand of cottonwood giants, the breeze picked up. A perfect place to stop for a snack, I though, and settled myself on a huge dead log. The wind continued to rise, and the cottonwood leaves made a rushing sound like a river in flood. I was perfectly relaxed, staring off into the distance, when a figure appeared on the horizon. Striding purposefully toward me, I noted that she had on a long dark gown and was carrying a bucket. She stepped into the grove and bent to her task—filling the bucket from the nearby spring. I watched her, noticing the stark gray hair pulled back into a bun, the white apron, the high-button shoes, the stern features focused on her labor. I spoke.
“Hello, how are you today?” She did not respond, merely completed her task, turned, and strode past me, slightly bent to counterbalance the weight of the water-filled bucket. She disappeared over the hill. I was astonished. I expected the historical re-enactors they had at this place to be a bit friendlier. But, shrugging it off, I filled my bottle from the spring and walked on. In three hours time I was back at the stone barn, finding things in a bit of an uproar because apparently Madame Eclectica and her wagon had apparated behind me, and she was now causing quite a bit of chaos in the cistern and spring house, throwing off her robes and insisting on a bath. Those Prairie rangers, farm boys all, had never seen such a woman. They were fairly bewitched, leaving a couple of female rangers to tend to the gift shop and exhibits, which I browsed while Eclectica sorted them out. I was nearly ready to leave, when I spied a book, “Prairie Women:True Lives of Women on the Frontier,” about prairie women in Kansas. The woman on the cover, standing chest deep in Big Bluestem, toddler on her hip, circa 1860, was the woman I had seen at the springs. A shiver ran through me.

I purchased the book and left. I collected Eclectica and had a word with Agnes, who spirited us all back into Lemuria, where we touched down at Duwamish Bay. I sipped from my prairie spring water as I flipped through the book. Periodically, I gazed at the cover, where the face of Emmeline Chase stared out at me, shy, proud, hardworking, beautiful. She died at forty, my own age. Once again, I shivered. I kissed Agnes goodbye, and complimented her on her mastery of unicorn-power and now relatively infrequent spells of hysterics, and set off with Eclectica in tow to the Ferry House.

White Owl Island

2005-09-11T04:59:00.000-07:00

When I finally reach Duwamish I will make sure to come and visit Owl Island, which from memory is quite close to the Isle of Ancestors. My recollection of it is that it is like Iona, off the coast of Scotland. Very beautiful. Iona is not inhabited by Owls but White Owl Island has a colony of birds. This is just one of them, with one of the ravens from our rookery.

Some information gathered from the net

2005-09-10T18:01:00.000-07:00

What is a mule? (Our Georgina is a Hinny and therefore smaller and less agrressive than her cousins)
A mule is a hybrid cross between a male donkey on female horse or a female donkey on male horse, although the latter cross is more correctly known as a "hinny". Despite the fact that both mules and hinnies each have one horse and one donkey parent, the two crosses generally differ from each other in appearance and stature and to some extent in temperament - a fact which has been recognized since they were first bred.
Mules, having hybrid vigor, can grow taller than both parents. Weight for weight they are stronger than horses, and are much longer-lived with much longer working lives, although maturing slightly later. They rarely become lame or ill or suffer wounds, can withstand extremes of temperature, can live on frugal rations, have tremendous stamina and resilience and are exceptionally sure-footed.

The Hinny and the Hat

2005-09-10T18:00:00.000-07:00

The Hinny and the Hat
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

One of our employers has asked to see our little new hinny, Georgia. Unfortunately the only available portrait is with her mother, Geraldine, as she was taken by the keeper on a walk from the cave in which she was born and she refused to leave without wearing the beautiful hat that the Lady of the Hermitage had sent. We all love her already despite her determination to get her own way. The Secretary

Emmie's Reply

2005-09-10T09:09:00.000-07:00

I sent m'lady Emrys a copy of the donkey poem below,
and she send this back ...

I stand alone at the treacherous pass
when next I beheld a noisy ass
a snort, a blow, a bellow below
a flick of ear, but I do not know
for I've listened to my share of asses
but none looking up at me from scarey passes
should I heed the plaintive beckoning bray
and trust that I will be borne away?
Neigh I say, no way, belay!

faucon

Check out my horses

2005-09-10T06:04:00.000-07:00

Hey Secretary of the Donkey Union
This is proof that my horses are more feminine than any of your donkeys. Cover your ears Regina! I think you are just boottiful.

Patient Journey

2005-09-10T04:23:00.000-07:00

DONKEY SONG

I dare not glance down -- again,
for the chasm walls of my fears
exceed the depths of reason.

The trail ahead is faint and narrow,
secure only for donkey foot
and blind trust in instinct.

My normally well placed naked foot
dangles aimlessly from its side,
wishing for more stable ground.

My inside foot, more knowledgeable,
scraps the jagged, ancient wall
dusted by those passed before.

I believe this trail has an ending
because I have no wisdom here
and must have faith in donkey.

Such tiny feet and silent nature,
inner balance beyond my ken
and natural forbearance.

Oh that I, and thus humanity
could have such simple attributes
that empowers a donkey song …

clip clop -- clip clop

Missing Donkey?

2005-09-09T22:40:00.000-07:00

Dear Fran,

You've been doing a splendid job as secretary for the donkey union but there is one tiny mistake I feel inclined to point out. My sweet Geraldine is not the animal shown with the unicorn horn on her forehead. I do remember the incident which involved flying over the head of a rather beastly troll, I believe, and the donkey in question was marvelous--but it wasn't Geraldine (Agnes, perhaps?).

I am rather concerned that Geraldine might be missing or perhaps in some trouble. She had a very strong attachment to one of the stallions ridden by the hooded riders. Truth be told, she was head over donkey ears in love with him. I know Firestarter personally and I don't think he'd do her any harm, but if she's missing or languishing somewhere pining away, I must locate her.

Please do a head count and see if you can find her. If all else fails I'll be there tomorrow to get a search party together and put up posters offering a reward for her return. I am so looking forward to the festivities in Duwamish and am hoping to ride in on Geraldine.

North Star Studios

2005-09-09T20:01:00.000-07:00

I am excited about getting to Duwamish Bay and look forward to visiting the North Star Studio. I will also bring some art for you to consider showing there.

The Donkeys' Barge arriving at the Island of the

2005-09-09T19:47:00.000-07:00

The Donkeys' Barge arriving at the Island of the
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Donkeys have farewelled the helpful Dolphin Four and have docked at the jetty to be greeted by the Great Owl himself. He says there are messages waiting so the Secretary will soon be back to her duties. She will be replying to orders after her rest.
The Chief Donkey (still finding typing difficult. Perhaps the Tower might forward a microphone attachment for the Secretary's slate.)

Riders in need of services

2005-09-09T17:25:00.000-07:00

Dear Fran: I would love to secure a donkey for the voyage to Duwamish. I am partial to Agnes, despite her complaining and crying, but would be happy to work with any fine steed that will have me. Please let me know at your earliest convenience and I will meet you at the stables. Karen
PS, Mme. Eclectica needs a ride too. She's rather stout, though you didn't hear it from me. A sturdy donkey is in order. Mum's the word...

The Union of Donkeys on route to the Island

2005-09-09T05:02:00.000-07:00

The Union of Donkeys on route to the Island
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Donkey barge is taken by the Dolphin Four upriver to the Island where they will rest and await orders from the Tall Tower.

On reaching Lake Beryl

2005-09-09T05:00:00.000-07:00

On reaching Lake Beryl
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The Donkeys meet up with the Dolphin Four

The Donkeys leave the Hermitage

2005-09-09T04:59:00.000-07:00

The Donkeys leave the Hermitage
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Thank you for the stay for we have been treated very well here. The Donkeys' Secretary

The secretary rides

2005-09-09T04:57:00.000-07:00

The secretary rides
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

The kind members of the Donkeys Union had a cart made for their ancient employee

From the Donkey Union Secretary

2005-09-09T04:44:00.001-07:00

Following are portraits of the current members of the Donkeys' Union. Any one of our members is available for hire at the usual rates as soon as they reach the Island where there will be an opportunity to get in touch with the Tower. Meanwhile if you are anxious to start on your journey please email Fran who will relay your message. Yours, The Secretary

From the Donkey Union Secretary

2005-09-09T04:44:00.000-07:00

The mule-donkey

2005-09-09T04:42:00.000-07:00

The mule-donkey with#12E6AC
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Uncertain and unhappy will someone out there give this willing mule-donkey a chance to prove himself and earn a good name?

Mehitabel

2005-09-09T04:38:00.000-07:00

Mehitable's post
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Mehitabel is a most considerate and reliable donkey specializing in looking after ancient secretaries. She has a problem, however, and would like to put her wings back in their place.

Moonbeam

2005-09-09T04:36:00.000-07:00

moonbeam2
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Moonbeam is temporarily absent on a visit to her home but she has promised to be with us shortly bringing her gift of love

Dawn and rider

2005-09-09T04:34:00.000-07:00

Dawn and rider
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Dawn is known for her beauty and her ability to find her rider's destiny

Augustus

2005-09-09T04:33:00.000-07:00

Augustus-3
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Augustus is a wise old donkey who will guide you through the darkest woods provided you never call him "Gus"

Ariel

2005-09-09T04:31:00.000-07:00

Ariel
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Ariel has a light load this trip but can work hard when required.

Geraldine and Karen

2005-09-09T04:29:00.000-07:00

Agnes and Karen
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Geraldine will let you know how things really are. She is very intelligent and knows it

Neria-unicorn

2005-09-09T04:28:00.000-07:00

Neria-unicorn
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Neria, no ordinary donkey is also a unicorn

Yuji and Maxine

2005-09-09T04:26:00.000-07:00

Yuji and Maxine
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Yuji is a fountain of good advice as well as being a beauty herself

Maya-Alexandria-2

2005-09-09T04:25:00.000-07:00

Maya-Alexandria-2
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Maya took her rider to the Dream Time. She has another life too

Christabel and Gail

2005-09-09T04:23:00.000-07:00

Christabel and Gail
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Christabel is the academic among the donkeys. She has attended the Donkey University. Currently learning cryptic crosswords.

Annabel and Lisa

2005-09-09T04:21:00.000-07:00

Lisa and Annabel
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Anabel treats her rider with dignity and care

Dirk

2005-09-09T04:19:00.000-07:00

Dirk
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Dirk, the wise kept the bag of necessities close

Agnes and the Troll

2005-09-09T04:17:00.000-07:00

Agnes and the Troll
Originally uploaded by FranSb.

Agnes, the brave who trod the troll

Welcome to the Office of the Lemurian Donkeys Union

2005-09-09T00:26:00.001-07:00

Notice from the Secretary: Present membership of the Lemurian Donkeys' Union:
Each of these notables has been given a story by a fond employer. The Secretary will be providing portraits which will be hung over the stalls in the Great Stable.
Agnes
Anabel
Ariel
Augustus
Dawn
Destiny
Geraldine
Maya
Mahitabel
Moonbeam
Neria
Regina
Moonbeam
One doubtful member is uncertain of his status. If he desires he will be welcomed if his rider can send a certificate of service.
The beloved Gillian has since the first part of the journey moved into the sunset.

Regina - Leader of the Donkeys

2005-09-08T22:36:00.000-07:00