Duffy the Donkey
As an author, I have come to realise that some of my stories will be published and some may not, but that doesn't mean those stories should remain in the deepest recesses of my computer hard drive, but they should be shared...even if it means just sharing them on my blog for free. I believe there was a reason I was given each story to write and it doesn't matter how many people it reaches....As long as it touches one person, then it will have done its job.
So from now on I will be sharing stories for free on my blog. The first story is Duffy the Donkey. I was inspired to write it by hand many years ago and like most of my stories I don't know where they will go or how they will end. This particular story was written at a time in my life when I was feeling particularly lost and directionless. I felt my writing would not get me anywhere and I was incredibly frustrated. That's not to say that I still don't feel lost or directionless at times, like most of us do, but I'm trying to get some perspective. I hope you enjoy this story which will be uploaded in installments.
Duffy the Donkey ©Text By David Seow, 2008
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.
Duffy was 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 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.
He was glad to have some company on this dark, scaryand lonely night, but Darwin snorted, “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. I don't mix with riff-raff."
He was about to trot off when suddenly a pack of hungry wolves surrounded them.
To Be Continued...
So from now on I will be sharing stories for free on my blog. The first story is Duffy the Donkey. I was inspired to write it by hand many years ago and like most of my stories I don't know where they will go or how they will end. This particular story was written at a time in my life when I was feeling particularly lost and directionless. I felt my writing would not get me anywhere and I was incredibly frustrated. That's not to say that I still don't feel lost or directionless at times, like most of us do, but I'm trying to get some perspective. I hope you enjoy this story which will be uploaded in installments.
Duffy the Donkey ©Text By David Seow, 2008
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.
Duffy was 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 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.
He was glad to have some company on this dark, scaryand lonely night, but Darwin snorted, “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. I don't mix with riff-raff."
He was about to trot off when suddenly a pack of hungry wolves surrounded them.
To Be Continued...
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