Occitan Afrodoza walked into the barn around seven in the morning to get to work training more exotic donkeys and dropped to his knees at the sight of every stall empty, every exotic trained donkey gone. Lifting his head to ask the gods why, he saw a note held to the wall above him with a pitch fork:
“Thanks for the Donkeys
Fuck bitches, get money
your bestest friend
Chestaclese”
