The Little Thirsty Donkey

We were sleeping soundly in our bungalow when there was a great head-butting at our patio door.

In strode a little donkey who made for the bathroom and stood in front of the sink.  I turned on the tap and he drank to his heart's content.  He was sooooo very thirsty.  He turned around and strode out but stayed on the patio.  The little donkey accompanied us to the strand where he buried himself in the sand with only head and tail peaking out.Nearly every day.

Upon leaving, the owners came with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, thanking us for caring for their little donkey.

With flowers in hand I boarded the bus. 40deg C. The lovely flowers started to give off their scent.

Reached the plane.  Handed the bouquet of flowers to an attendant, as I thought.  He kindly took them and deposited same in a cool box.

Upon arrival, I looked for my bouquet, no where to be found. Proceeded down the gangway. Who was at the bottom of the steps but the Captain, bouquet in hand, made a bow and presented them.  

That's the story of the donkey and the flowers.(just for fun)