Mirth the Maskey

The donkey snorts impatiently. Too many people, everywhere. He is quite stubborn in the assumption that this is HIS barn and that these... tourists need to move on. He sulks in his stall for hours, before something makes him get up. He walks quietly into the gathering of people. Several gasp, take a step back when they see him advancing. He feels peaceful, and curious. He peers over the humans and sees a small bundle. The bundle smiles. The world is new.