Duffy the Donkey: A Story for Palm Sunday/Easter

A long time ago, there lived a famous donkey farmer, who bred the biggest, strongest and finest donkeys anyone had ever seen. People would travel for miles around just to buy one of his magnificent animals, but no one ever wanted to buy Duffy. the scruffiest donkey on his farm.He had a shaggy coat, an unruly mane and a tangled tail.  He was also crossed-eyed and bow-legged. So this meant that Duffy was terribly clumsy and terribly
clumsy donkeys were not very useful at all.
All the other donkeys were big, strong and had shiny coats.  They could carry heavy loads, help farmers plough their fields, and they could even take part in the famous donkey races - this is way before anyone  ever thought of racing horses.   But Duffy couldn’t do any of those things.


"What's wrong with me? Why can't I be like the other donkeys?” asked Duffy as tears streamed down his furry cheeks.  "Now, now,” said his mother as she gently nuzzled him. “Why do you want to be like those others?” They are all the same. But you, you’re extra special and you’re going to do something wonderful someday, just wait and see.”   



But Duffy didn't think he was special or that he would ever do anything wonderful, not as long as he stayed on the farm. So that night, when everyone was asleep, he decided to run away. Now running away wasn't very easy, especially since he was cross-eyed, bow-legged and very clumsy.  After bumping into bales of hay, the stable door, the trough and every thing in his path, he finally stumbled off the farm.
He walked for miles and miles on a long winding road before he came across a big, fine strong donkey named Darwin.  

Darwin was glad to have some company on this dark, scary and lonely night, but Darwin snorted indignantly, “You're the sorriest donkey I've ever met.  Please don't walk too close too me.  I don't want to  be seen with something like you. I have a reputation and I don't mix with riff-raff.”   

He was about to trot off when suddenly a pack of hungry wolves surrounded them. "Eat him," said Darwin, prodding Duffy with his hoof. "He's far tastier than I am. Just look at how soft he is." He said, poking Duffy's stomach.  "He's nice, soft and so delicious. I'm too strong and have too many muscles. Just look at this," he said, flexing his leg muscles.   "I'd be too tough to eat. My muscles would get stuck in your teeth and then you'd get cavities and all your teeth would fall out.  And you wouldn't want that, would you?" 
The wolves looked at Darwin and then Duffy and they all rolled on the ground
with laughter.  "He won't do at all," they said. "If we eat him, he'll give us a stomach ache for days."
“But…but…” Darwin protested, but it was no use.  Before he could utter another word, the wolves pounced on Darwin, gobbling him up within minutes.

To Be Continued.....