Direction: Donkeys stood sleeping in the middle of the street, impervious to car buses and motor bikes weaving around them. It was our first visit to this town after moving to our farm. I remembered my childhood dream of having a donkey for pet, while Ram remembered numerous stories of rabid donkeys biting people in Kenya. “That’s Kenys. There are no rabid donkeys here.” I retorted. “ if they can get rabies in Kenya, so can the ones here,” replied Ram serenely.