Three little donkeys stand at the gate, insistently telling their tale of starvation. They haven't yet gotten the hang of changing clocks back and start bellowing at 6:30 am.
It was hot slop day for breakfast.
The donks will normally sort out, each with their own bowl. But girls will be girls and today they insisted on sharing. Not not not with Luigi, though. Icky boy, maybe he has cooties.