That donkey is going to poop on the floor,” I say accusingly. My parents don’t answer. They have been ignoring me for days now. Since I arrived home for the holidays, I have been regressing. I am undergoing a metamorphosis. I am changing from an adult human being into a teenage cockroach. I feel strange, back in the places of my childhood, changed by my travels.

Read the rest of A Donkey Shit Christmas Carol published in Story Club Magazine