“And I never saw one before,” said Bruce. “I can’t say I admire him much.”
“Well, neither did I, for that matter,” said Bart; “and for that very reason I want to have a ride on him.”
Saying this, Bart went up to the donkey. The patient animal did not move, but calmly went on eating a delicious thistle that was under his nose. Bart got on his back. The donkey ate on, apparently unconscious of the weight. Bart caught hold of his long ears, and tried to pull up his head.
But the donkey ate on!
Then Bart slapped his flanks with his hands.
But the donkey ate on!
Then Bart kicked him vigorously with his heels.
But the donkey ate on!
Then he whistled, and shouted, and pulled his ears, and kicked at him, and mixed all sorts of encouraging words with acts of the most violent kind.
But the donkey ate on!