He owes his name to the fact that he was found in Sjabururi. That in itself is quite a story. At first catching him was a breeze: together with someone from the fire brigade we lured him into a garden, but then the main artery in an old  wound in his behind burst and it became a bloody situation. Once in the trailer the vet was called and he came in to stitch the wound and remove a rusty can from one of his hind legs. When Buri was healed he jumped the gate and disappeared in the cunucu. What we did not know at the time was that the vet had provided Buri with a chip. Years later a gorgeous, castrated white donkey was standing in front of our gate. Because we had no idea who it was, we looked for a chip.  We could not find one, so we baptized him Mystery Man and chipped him. Two years later we discovered that Mystery Man already had a chip from the vet as well. And yes: Buri and Mystery Man proved to be one and the same. We had not recognized him as he had a reddish fur at the time; now he was very light in color.