Here's a nice little story about a donkey and his little Trojan horse. And yes, donkeys love to play pranks, hence their ingenuity when the naughty elephant steps on them. But this time, the farmer's barnyard, fed up with being manipulated by his naughty donkey, also got involved in a fight that was too much for many.

But what's too much when death catches up not only with the ducklings unused to the year's diseases, but also with our farmer's little girls?

Germain, the farmer, was determined not to have to suffer any longer from the constant misunderstandings between his donkey and the elephant from the neighboring circus.

A strange story, I'm sure you'll agree, but how could he not make himself useful by helping our poor farmer save his barnyard.

He'd had such a hard time getting his donkey to listen to him, only to find that he'd done nothing to put him out of his misery. He had adopted the donkey to help him work the fields in the off-season, so that the harvests would be better year after year. But unfortunately, the harvest yielded nothing more than a new epidemic of diseases, each more outlandish than the last.

It had to be said that our farmer saw nothing but fire when the donkey-breeding seraglio gave him a hand to thank him for his excellent purchase. He had a good reputation in his country for always being well-informed about the best donkey breeds to breed, to give courage and hope to all the farmers of the land. But then our brave Germain saw that the donkey was in fact just one of those famous Trojan horses, employed to keep an eye on his daily routine.

With his tongue hanging out, this animal was getting thirstier by the day. It didn't want to drink the water intended for the barnyard animals, but the water intended for the farmer. The water from his own little spring, full of vitality, which he'd been tending for years, following in the footsteps of his father and, even more so, his grandfather, who'd also discovered it at the age of the first human settlements in the region.

But now the donkey wanted a taste of his most prized possession, to give him a hand with the water quality, he claimed. But it wasn't that. The animal wanted to repay him for not recognizing him as a being of high intelligence, and this took a rather complex turn.

The donkey became cantankerous and greedy to the point of not leaving the farmer alone. His wife went to the trouble of setting up a litter for him, as for her couple and their children. His daughters came to pet him every day to satisfy his need for tenderness. Because the donkey didn't like his own kind, preferring to martyrize the humans and ducks around him.

Why ducks?

Well, quite simply because ducks are beings in their own right. They're awake to the little things that warn them of the slightest danger. And the mother duck-in-chief was well aware that this donkey wasn't very respectable, with his “I don't give a damn about anything but my own comfort and that of my closest friends” attitude.

But which friends? Oh yes, I forgot, our donkey was infatuated with a troupe of inconvenient goblins, who were trying to help him eliminate all humans who didn't fit into his somewhat dictatorial state of being a do-it-all animal, except what he had to be fit to do.

It's a somewhat complex case of a donkey who doesn't know how to move forward without going overboard.

And the story doesn't end there, because the poor elephant, shot by the gang of armed goblins at the circus next door at the time, had made a few emulators. And it must be said that our elephant wasn't really dead. The whole thing made him even more enraged than he'd been at the time, when he'd had no idea of the goblins' influence on the life of our very special and cantankerous donkey.

The elephant watched from a distance as Germain and his children, along with his wife, gradually disappeared beneath the family dung heap. They had no lifeblood, no vitality, just enough to survive the day. The donkey, on the other hand, lived in the house, at the foot of the goblins' bed, so as not to be abandoned either.

Because, as the story goes, it was the goblins who came out of the Trojan horse that was our donkey.

But where did they come from?

From the command of the troupe of soulless and above all senseless individuals, to set up an army of donkeys designed to make them invisible and invincible in the long run.

But as he escaped death, the elephant from the neighboring circus started barking to unite his strange entourage too.

It has to be said that you can find anything in a circus, and not just clowns. Indeed, the ferocious lion also wanted to get out of the cage in which he had been placed, regardless of his pittance and his incredible talent as an eternal warrior.

Ah, the lion! Where did he come from, surely not from the savannah in the middle of the circus of international madness? Oh no! He didn't come from the first fighters for the freedom to roar his hunger, and his desire not to be disturbed while napping. No, the lion wanted to rediscover his fighting spirit by chasing the donkey, and especially his elves from the farm next door. For dear Germain had always had a kind word and a sweet, when the pig of the year came to be butchered to feed the family. He never forgot the lion next door, who didn't like the donkey stealing his Santa Claus.

So the elephant hired him, entrusting him with the farmer's security, to watch over the health of the little human that had just been born on our farmer's still untrusting litter. She was terrified of what the donkey would do to reclaim what was rightfully hers. She hid her child for a while with the ducks, who knew how to obey not the farmer, but their own reason for survival.

Children are important, and our elephant knows this, because his own take a long time to come into the world, so he has to take good care of them.

But his circus lacked the famous loyal master, the one who, contrary to appearances, organized his little flock of human entertainers in a very orderly fashion. He knew that to make the elephant normal and acceptable, he had to confront him with the donkey, and for that there was only one solution.

Cockfighting!

And yes, when the ring opens up to two animals in search of peace, but not the same for both, the rooster always seems to be smarter, dominating the dung heap with his sharp little claw.

But then the problem got complicated, as the ring was no longer up to the standards of our army of goblins, who now dominated just about every farm in the area. They wanted to replace the rooster with a fresh blueberry to feed the earthworms that wandered by. But it didn't take an Einstein to figure out that our elephant didn't need any more manure to get back on the front page of the local newspaper. He didn't wait long to crush the donkey's head with his somewhat hairy paw. But oh surprise, it wasn't blood that came out of his skull, but a few billion computerized microchips that poured out in bursts onto the sand of the ring.

The lion took the time to examine the mechanics employed, and realized that the queen of the goblins people had been right to conceal such a stratagem, only to be discovered in the middle of this senseless fight.

Everything was getting crazier and crazier. The farmers no longer knew whether their donkeys were real or fake, whether the lion's much-vaunted mental illness was real or fake. But faced with the absurd truth of the Trojan horse's ploy, they realized that the donkeys were nothing but robots designed to mislead them and cut them off from all their common sense as human beings.

Oh dear, all the Germain of the world were depressed by this strange revelation, which our elephant naturally made by crushing the head of this filthy animal ready to do anything because it was inhuman.

But the elephant's stroll through the goblin bowling alley didn't end there. He took on his back the little mouse, who had started it all by inducing panic among the goblins. He was strong, and fearless when it came to defying the impossible. He even wanted to land on Mars, a fine example of his gentle madness. But above all, he wanted to understand why nobody knew anything about the donkey's madness, with no real head to speak of. And he soon realized that the circus animals had been caged so as not to reveal the deception. But by feeding the lion a steady diet of good food in secret, our dear Germain had kept faith with the true strength that lies within us humans. The one that will now prevent the donkeys from returning to the charge, because the deception is very likely to be revealed any day now, and with force and vigor, and above all in the light of all the inhabitants of our beautiful country here present.

I'm not talking specifically about the land of the donkey and the elephant, but about all those countries that are going to understand that the Trojan horse was not a soppy legend, but a reality, because donkeys were sent everywhere to play into the hands of those famous goblins.

But where are these goblins now?

Well on their way to find their queen, who disappeared as soon as the stupidest donkey set off a few years ago. As a result, the goblins found themselves alone, seeking support from the famous prince, son of the queen, who is none other than a donkey himself. A real one this time, with no mechanism to replace a brain already damaged by the fear of being nothing when his mother left.

But now he's going to meet his end along with his goblin people, because the elephant has dried up the evil spring to reveal the beautiful, pure water of the stream that our dear Germain was tending.

There you have it, dear friends, all to say that truth never comes from the donkey mechanized to the nonsense of its graceless leader, but that it will always come from the elephant who survived his own death by not flinching from the task. And you should know that it wasn't easy to convince a lion from father to son to finally dig up the hatchet, which was obviously being kept alive by all those famous meaningless goblins.

So let's not be fooled: the elephant is not a source of miracles, nor is the lion. But the mouse has enabled us, despite his great creative madness, to realize that miracles are not the panacea of an elite circle who so decide. But they are proof that things can change on a global scale, if the right energy is brought to bear by souls or beings of good conscience. Those who know how to regain the lion, the elephant and the dignity of the mouse they once were, by starting to rebuild themselves, simply by indicting those who cut them off from their daily source of nourishment.

So that's the end of our story for today, because the famous snake has landed in the goblins’ misery, and it's not to make them any more lovable to our eyes. No, his venom is pouring out, making them more and more visible to even the smallest farmer. The farmer who hasn't yet understood that his donkey was the notorious enemy that was making him sicker by the day.

The legendary venom of truth, which will give everyone an idea of what the world should or shouldn't be.

Happy Year of the Wooden Serpent, for this one will be neither lies nor introspection for everyone. It will open humanity's eyes to what it has so feared: true peace, when the truth forces us to take it into account and no longer deny what makes us human.