The phone rings...11pm.
Hi Bill, Fred here. I lost my donkey!
What do you mean you lost your donkey?
He is gone!. I checked the entire pasture. I need help looking for him, PLEASE!
So away we go looking around the neighborhood.
We looked for an hour looking for tracks on the dirt roads.
He was afraid of someone hitting him on a dark moonless night. (and rightly so)
WE finally had to stop after about 2 hours.
At 5:15, Fred got a call...FRED. GET YOUR A$$ OVER HERE NOW!! AND TAKE YOUR A$$ HOME!
Well, all's well that end's well!