After the parade, the cotton candy, and the funnel cakes, our National Ensign gets left on the ground.
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Rocko is (was?) a male donkey who spent much of his life in a remote pen. Alone. He was usually cranky and ill-tempered. One day the owners went to check on him and he was gone. The gates were shut and latched, yet he was not there. Speculation is he jumped the fence and found a Jenny on a nearby farm. Either way, he was free. Free to explore and roam, or free to find companionship. Wander well, you cantankerous soul.
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