Who knew there were such things as donkeys as big as horses, that one could ride?
Who knew they would be so calm and peaceful, so affectionate, so easygoing?
Who knew they would be excellent, gentle companions for sheep, keeping them safe from harm?
Who knew how one could fall so in love with such a wonderful beast?
I see Tikki and the little donkeys and the sheep at dusk, veiled in orange-purple light, and I feel as if my heart will break from the late-summer cricket-chirping second-by-second sun-setting of it all.