Article/page published: 09 January 2017
Last updated: 14 January 2017
Her eyes are brown like chestnuts.
Her hair is dark like the bark of trees,
And rough as a brush to touch.
Her lips go slip-slop-slap!
I first thought of this story many years ago, when a teacher told me about a donkey who used to visit their school. What if somebody in the school didn’t want the donkey to come, I thought, like the headmaster? I wondered how he might try to chase her away, and how things might go wrong, and then how they might go right again.