“It’s all right,” she said. “I will never hurt you, and neither will Pi?on. Right, Pi?on?”
Pi?on opened his mouth and smiled.
The donks approached and gently sniffed Greta’s bare knees and thighs, inhaling her with their incredibly soft nostrils. It was the same careful way they drank water—not by lapping, but by inhaling.
Now they followed her to the bag of grain. She fed them small handfuls.
“Do that thing,” she said.
They knew exactly what she wanted. They leaned against her legs, one on each side, and chewed.
“Ha ha, yes,” she said. “Yes!”
THE END