"Is this Heaven, then?" asked the little donkey, as they reached the place often discussed in the chicken yard.
"We still have our fur and feet," his donkey companion said. "And our ears."
A loud, but kind voice from way up high, rung down to their large ears, "This is the exact spot where Donkey Hill merges with Oak Hill."It was a very old Oak Tree, and the donkey gathered underneath her large arms and fingers and toes.
"What do we look like from up high, Old Oak Tree?" asked one donkey. "Do my ears look big from up there?"
"You look like you are just right, " the old tree said.
And the donkeys spent the day there, under her care.
