The silent Flight of a Donkey

So there I was. In the Storm of dessert. Hundred of miles away from my old home.. as a donkey. How crazy was that. Anyway, I walked and walked and after a few miles I saw some people. I tried to talk with them but I can't because i was a donkey. So instead of talking with me they sat on my back. Now I was their slave and I can't do anything against this. They were very sick people, and they smelled like shit.