Last summer, my donkey Flash (the stray who came to stay), decided to go looking for love among the neighbor's band of horses. I was unaware of his escapade until the local sheriff showed up at my door at 1:00 am. Here's an excerpt from my post about it:
I hear two vehicles pull up: one complete with flashing lights on top. Two big guys in uniforms get out (starched shirts stretched taut around their middles, just what you'd expect), along with another guy in a truck.
"Ma'am. Sheriff's Department." They flash a badge. "You own a donkey?"
We had noticed that Flash was missing the day before, but just didn't have time to track him down. I actually checked the sky for circling buzzards, thinking maybe his carcass was laying out there in the pasture, and when I didn't see any, I just kept movin' on. Hey, I had a lot to do.
"Well, this gentleman says that your donkey has gotten in with his female horse, and uh. Ma'am, he says ya'll are gonna have a baby MULE on your hands."
At this point, the man in the truck stumbles over, and says "Yeah, yore donkey here got up into my corral where I was keepin' her away from my stallions and by the time I got over to them, they was layin' down smokin' a cigarette. The deed had been done."
The sheriff guys turn to me and say, "Are you going to pick him up tonight, or are you going to get him in the morning?"
Getting Flash home was another adventure. But the following months went by with no sign of a pregnant mare and no phone call from my neighbor, demanding payment for vet bills or child support, so we breathed a sigh of relief.