Ghost Burros

There are legends, passed down from generation to generation, of mysterious creatures that live on the edges of civilization. Strange creatures, familiar to us; yet not of this world. Pale, otherworldly shadows of the mundane, they bide their time in the woods and fields outside of human habitation.

They listen with their great ears, and sniff the air with their big, soft noses.

Watching.

Waiting.

Eating grass.

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Ghost burros cometh.

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  1. David Says:

    Yee-haw! You should record that.

  2. MMario Says:

    so – is there more to this legend?

    An knitter went a biking out one fine and sunny day;

    Among the trees he rested as he went along his way,

    When all at once a mighty herd of pure white beasts he saw,

    A-plowin’ through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

    Yip-pie-ya-aye, yip-pie-yi-o, ghost burros in the sky.