While writing the book …

Wanchain
Wanchain
Jul 23, 2017 · 2 min read

While writing the first scene about Donk Donk, the Egyptian donkey living in a Moroccan village, a donkey came to me.

While having my leisurely walk at lunch, I entered a hotel situated next to my workplace. As I passed through the hotel lobby, I saw a stack of National Post laying on a coffee table. I don’t remember the front page, as it did not interest me, nonetheless I gravitated toward the newspaper.

I flipped to the next section. A big picture of a donkey greeted me.

I can spot animals from ten miles away, but I don’t normally see a donkey in Canada. This one sure feels as if he has come to me on the day I first wrote about Donk Donk. Perhaps he wants to support me because the plot of my book is akin to a donkey chasing a dangling carrot.

Later I showed this picture and the accompanying article to my French penpal. He liked it and kept it, saying that he wished to show his friend who loved farm animals. Wouldn’t it be funny if this donkey who made an appearance on the Canadian newspaper found his way to France to meet a Frenchman?

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