I never knew the reason why i was neglected. My master was a nice man but he liked 'Bozo',the dog, more than me. He would come from the field and Bozo would run to him and bark at him. He would get down from the horse and pet him. I miss that. I feel the need to be loved and petted like Bozo. In winter Bozo got the cozy corner near the fireplace ,In the rainy season Bozo got the shade of his fashionable dog house,In the summer Bozo got a personal wash by master on weekends. I yearn for those moments in my life.
One fine day i decided that enough is enough.When my master came back home i ran towards him and brayed at the top of my voice. He was shocked for a moment and then took out his gun and shot me. Before loosing into permanent sleep i could hear him say " The Donkey had gone mad".
