There were no more snacks and no more furniture left to munch on, but the donkey's appetite continued to grow with its size. It became more and more alarming. It would continue to bray until it was satisfied. Wang Baole's frustrations grew as he listened to its endless braying.
Finally, he stared at the pony-size, braying little black donkey and realized that even if he slaughtered the animal, it would barely last him a few meals. He might as well continue rearing it.
Wang Baole snorted at that thought. He surveyed his empty residence and decided to take his little donkey out for a walk. They would go and buy some snacks. When he left this pavilion, he watched as the donkey stared at the door of the residence and licked its own lips. He could sense a headache coming.
He could tell that the creature was wondering if the door could be eaten…
Wang Baole flew into a rage. He grabbed hold of the donkey, leaped, and landed directly on its back.
