Donkey on the Moon

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                     I couldn't be more ready to finally go to school. I lay on my bed as I stare at the ceiling where stars would shine sometime in the past. I try to imagine those stars. And the constellations. And then I picture a donkey. A donkey running through the sky, jumping over the moon. How happy it would be. I wish I was that donkey. It would go to school, but it would get bullied by all the bratty, selfish wolves of that parallel universe. But it would still be happy. It would still be free. 

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