Paul is Mean

Paul is mean. No not really- as anyone who knows him will tesitfy, he's actually quite nice and genuinely concerned about making the world a better place. But he wont let me have a pet while I"m here. More specifically, he wont let me buy a donkey. He said its ok if a buy a goat, but goats are kind of gross and while they do have the redeeming values of eating trash (there's no sanitation service here so everyone burns their garbage and we dump our foodstuffs down the public loo) and being simple to slaughter (you never "kill" a goat here- you can only "slaughter" it) theyre really not that cool. A donkey on the other hand is soft and grey, quite like my hero of childhood, Eyore of Winnie the Pooh fame, and can carry heavy things for long distances. They also eat grass so you never have to mow your lawn, and the larger ones can be ridden if youre not particularly in a hurry to get anywhere. See fun? But Paul says no because he does not approve of their mehtod of communication. While I maintain that clearly one can get used to a top decible bray followed by an enthusiastic HEE HAW, he does not think this to be the case. So no donkey.