A Greek island solves all life’s problems…doesn’t it?
Winnie, Stella and Frankie have been best friends forever.
Movement flickered in her peripheral vision, and she squinted between the trees. Bingo. Not just one donkey. Two.
‘At bloody last,’ Winnie muttered, shaking her leg to flick the irritating grit out of her flip-flop. A low stone wall ran around the perimeter of his olive grove, so she swung herself over it and started picking her way through the gnarled trees towards The Fonz. As she drew nearer, neither of the animals took the remotest bit of notice of her.
'Hello, Fonzy,’ she said, in the quiet, polite manner with which she might greet an elderly relative. Nothing. Not so much as the flicker of an ear from either of them.
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