Donkeys

We walked all the way down Beehive Lane to find the donkeys, but when we got there, there was no sign of them! Fortunately their owner, Marge, was there and she shouted for them for a couple of minutes. Suddenly galloping hooves and then a donkey came hurtling round the corner and over the little bridge, braying loudly!
Wendy was delighted of course, and happily fed it some ginger nut biscuits, two at a time as directed by Marge!
Then more trotting hooves and the other donkey arrived for his share.
They are called Jack and Nory, which will mean something to those of us of a certain age!