Storytelling for Bullying Prevention — The Donkey and the Lapdog

August 11, 2011 at 3:34 pm Leave a comment

The Donkey and the Lapdog
©Sue Black / August 2011

Once, a long time ago, there was a donkey who worked very hard. It was his job to pull the farmer’s wagon filled with logs to the mill in town. The wagon creaked and groaned underneath the heavy load. With the harness strapped across his back and the weight of the wagon pushing against him, the donkey strained and trudged and struggled to haul his load across the bumpy fields.
Sometimes the donkey complained.
♫ “I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
All the live long day. Hee-haw.
I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
And I’ve got somethin’ to say. Hee-haw.”

Of course, the farmer didn’t listen to a thing the donkey said. You see, he had a tiny, little brown and white dog that he loved. The little brown and white dog always sat on the seat of the wagon right next to the farmer. The dog barked, the farmer talked, and the two of them paid no attention to the donkey. The dog wiggled closer and sat on the farmer’s lap, the farmer scratched the dog behind his ears, and the donkey trudged on.
The donkey complained again.
♫ “I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
All the live long day. Hee-haw.
I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
And I’ve got somethin’ to say. Hee-haw.”

Of course, the farmer didn’t listen to a thing the donkey said. But he did take good care of that donkey. At the end of every day the farmer unhitched the donkey from the empty wagon. The donkey was free to roam about the barn. It was a warm, clean barn, and the farmer always fed the donkey fresh grain and sweet hay. There was a bed of clean straw on the floor for the donkey to sleep on, too.
When the farmer finished taking care of the donkey, however, he carried his little brown and white dog into the house with him. The dog sat in the farmer’s lap at the supper table and ate scraps from the farmer’s plate. The little brown and white dog slept at the foot of the farmer’s bed.

One night the donkey was particularly exhausted from the day’s difficult work. He tossed and turned on the hard, cold floor of that barn. It was not easy to sleep thinking about the little brown and white dog snoring peacefully on the farmer’s bed. The donkey started to complain again.
♫ “I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
All the live long day. Hee-haw.
I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
And I’ve got somethin’ to say. Hee-haw.
I don’t want to be a donkey.
Dog’s got an easy life.
I don’t want to be a donkey.
This just isn’t right. Hee-haw.”
Of course there was no one around to hear the donkey. So his complaining did no good. But that’s the night the donkey decided to take matters into his own hooves. He bolted out of the stable. He smashed open the door to the house, charged inside, and found the old man sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fire. The sleeping little brown and white dog was curled up in his lap. The farmer’s eyes grew wide in astonishment. He shouted, “Get out! Get out! Get back to the barn. You don’t belong here!”
The tiny, little brown and white dog opened one eye, barked two times, and started chasing his tail.

The donkey didn’t budge. He had a plan.
(tune: Dinah, won’t you blow?)
♫ “I’ll act like a dog.
I’ll act like a dog.
I’ll act like a dog and chase my tail.”
The donkey twirled around the room, flinging his hooves high up into the air. He danced ‘round and ‘round, struggling to catch his own tail. Suddenly the donkey was very dizzy. Instead of catching his tail he stumbled to the ground, knocked over the table, and sent the dishes crashing to the floor.
(tune: Dinah, won’t you blow?)
♫ “Hee-haw. That’s not very fun.
That’s not very fun.
That’s not very fun. I’ll try something else.”
The donkey sat in the middle of the room and thought. The speechless farmer stared with wide eyes. The little brown and white dog barked three times.
♫  “I’ll act like a dog.
I’ll act like a dog.
I’ll act like a dog and bark three times.”

“Hee-woof. Hee-woof. Woof, woof, woof-haw.”
(tune: Dinah, won’t you blow?)
♫ “Barking’s not fun.
Barking’s not fun.
Barking’s not fun. I’ll try something else.”
The donkey sat in the middle of the room and thought. The speechless farmer covered his ears. The little brown and white dog jumped up on the farmer’s lap.
♫  “I’ll act like a dog.
I’ll act like a dog.
I’ll act like a dog and sit in his lap.”
The donkey put his front legs around the farmer’s neck, turned around so his backside faced the farmer, and sat down on top of the tiny, little brown and white dog and the farmer’s lap too!
The dog yelped! The old man hollered! The chair went crashing to the floor! Then, silence. The three sat in a heap on the floor looking at one another.
The donkey clambered to his feet and headed for the door. As he made his way out to the barn, the donkey passed the wagon he would be hitched to again in the morning. He was no longer complaining.
♫ “I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
All the live long day. Hee-haw.
I’ve been pullin’ this old wagon,
And I’ve got somethin’ to say.
I just want to be a donkey.
It’s the only life for me.
I just want to be a donkey.
It’s the only life for me.”

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