If you know me and T-Bird you know that Saturday Night is Scanner And Snuggle Night. We had been under assault for two days hand-runnin' (kids and grands, all with colds), and we had run out of gas. More scanner than snuggle.
The following is courtesy of the Sheriff's Department and our 911:
Deputy: "911, do we know anyone out this way who might be missing a donkey?"
911: "Stand by; let me make a couple of calls for ya."
About three minutes later 911 radios the deputy:
911: "About how far away from the donkey are you?"
Deputy: "About a hundred yards."
911: "Okay, call 'Applejack' and see what happens."
Deputy: "You wouldn't be funnin' with me, would you?"
911: "Nope. Call 'Applejack' and see if he responds. I mean, I hope he doesn't 'respond', ( at this point, 911 is snickering--it's coming over the scanner) but see if he makes any move or pricks his ears toward you."
Deputy: "I don't know who looks more confused here. The donkey who is standing in the yard, or the Deputy standing out here in the dark yelling 'Applejack'."
Silence again; I guess Dispatch is rolling on the floor.
Deputy: "Hey! This might be Applejack, he's coming towards the car! I hope he comes peaceful, my cuffs won't fit."
Dispatch comes back with instructions from the owner of Applejack:
911: "Next time, just go to the gate down the road, and open it. Blow the horn a couple of times, and everybody will go back home."
I love this place!