Occasionally I ridicule tourists on this blog. Once in a great while. So I felt pretty ashamed to surrender to panhandling burros, yesterday. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't been systematically victimized by those 'mother dog asks for help' meme-videos on You Tube. So when the mother burro approached my camper with two cyootsie-wootsie offspring in tow, I finally succumbed. Altogether the herd reached five burros.
Had I just created a monster? Would the moochers be back the next day, looking for their next welfare check?
In the middle of night their noise woke me up. It was more than braying and hee-hawing. Perhaps they were fighting to get to the head of the line. There were scratching or scuffing sounds. They had knocked over my laundry bucket to get at the water. The lid restricted the leakage of water, so the burro was trying to knock the lid loose, I guess. Finally I got out of bed and shined a flashlight at them to scare them off.
Fortunately the burro didn't smash the bucket, which it could easily have done.
Well, this was my own fault. The next time this tribe of professional moochers appears they will find a camper with a heart of stone.
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