Grandma's Donkey

I dreamt of my grandmother's donkey yesterday.

Donkey's this REALLY cute translucent thing that's about 0.6m tall and 0.8m long, and talks!
He drinks HEAPS of water from a special bottle shaped vaguely like a baby's milk bottle but has a straw-like thing going right down to the bottom.
He is about thirty years old.

Donkey doesn't remember it's name because only my grandma knew his name but the name has not ever been heard since my grandmother's passing eight years ago.
However, Donkey DOES remember the day Grandma picked him up.

Donkey was a baby then and he was snuggling with his brother and sister on a heap of straw when Grandma came and pointed at him.
Donkey vividly remembers being rudely wakened and shoved into a box in which Grandma carried him home with.

Oh and one more thing, Donkey prefers 'tall water' to 'stale water'.
'Tall water' refers to water that's gathered while it rushes down the waterfall. Ground water comes under this category. It's apparenly sweet and refreshing.
'Stale water' is water that flows in streams or in the oases, and has a hit of bitterness and well, just tastes stale.
Of course there is 'fake water', which is none other than our piped water, which Donkey will not hear of drinking at all.

So here's my dream about my grandmother's cute donkey.
Don't ask me where I get my ideas from.

+ Flisha spoke @ 1:12 pm

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