The little donkey carries you away at a snails pace; in fact most snails would be insulted by such a comparison. It is so small that it is difficult to keep your knees from dragging on the ground. When you have gone about a hundred yards, a traffic cop pulls you over for speeding. While he is writing out your ticket, the priest catches up and begins talking to the policeman excitedly in Spanish. The policeman looks at you disgustedly. 'Did you steal this donkey?' he asks. 'I cannot tell a lie,' you reply, 'so I shall say nothing.' You are arrested for joy-riding and dragged, kicking and screaming back to the maximum-security cell in which you began this adventure. Click here.