For a long time I roamed the island, but finding food became more and more difficult. And with increasing traffic a donkey’s life became hard to live.

I got my name because I had to be shot with an anesthetic pistol in Rooi Lamoenchi. They thought I had a broken leg, but fortunately my leg was not broken, but badly injured. They had to chase me for two afternoons before I could be `shot down’. This may not sound very friendly, but that is how my namesake always calls it. Because of the anesthesia I was stiff for three weeks. Each morning they had to lift me up to put me on my feet.

After a while I jumped over the gate, because I needed to find my Angelina. For five years I was back on the streets, but in the end I decided to go back to the nice people of the Sanctuary. So, on a fine morning, I was standing in front of the gate of the Santa Lucia Sanctuary.

And to make the party complete I had recruited seven extra donkeys that were roaming the streets.