It was not my idea to buy a ball for the donkeys to play with, so don’t blame me for the pathetic video below, but my friend Carl who was quite sure the donkeys would like playing with a ball. After several weeks of discussing this plan over end-of-the day beers in Finestrat, I finally went to “Sprinter” (the sports shop in La Marina commercial centre) and with the aid of a member of staff, I selected the right ball.
“I need a ball.”
“Certainly, señor. But what sort of ball?”
“A ball suitable for donkeys to play football, so not too expensive because they will probably eat it eventually.”
There followed a half hour inspection of every type of ball in the shop and finally I chose a basket ball. The shop assistant interjected that this was not a football, and I countered that donkeys would not know the difference. As a sports shop assistant he was clearly on a steep learning curve. He glanced at other customers awaiting attention and said (with a new sense of urgency) that this ball was only five Euros. Clever move. I bought the ball.
Perhaps it was a mistake to introduce the ball to the donkeys during their afternoon siesta. It was not an immediate success.
Well, there we are. Pathetic. But the worst was still to come. As I loaded my donkey non-football event onto YouTube, up came everyone else’s donkey ball videos. So it looks like I have the only donkeys in the world who do not play with a ball… 😦