"Y'all know me. Know how I earn a livin'. I'll catch this beast for you, but it ain't gonna be easy. Bad ass. Not like going down the gymkhana chasin' Dartmoors and Shetlands. This burro, swallow you whole. Little shakin', little tenderizin', an' down you go. And we gotta do it quick, that'll bring back your tourists, put all your businesses on a payin' basis. But it's not gonna be pleasant. I value my neck a lot more than three thousand quid, chief. I'll find him for three, but I'll catch him, and kill him, for ten. But you've gotta make up your minds. If you want to stay alive, then ante up. If you want to play it cheap, be on welfare the whole winter. I don't want no volunteers, I don't want no mates, there's just too many chiefs in this village. £10,000 for me by myself. For that you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing."
She added: “Isabelle was getting hysterical, crying and screaming. I got up and called for help. I wasn’t expecting anyone to put themselves at risk but they could have distracted the donkeys or tried to shoo them away.
“I was really angry that no-one did anything.
“Eventually someone got out of their car and told me to throw my bag of bread in her direction, which I did.
“The donkeys dispersed and I made a run for it but they ran after me. I was terrified.”They don't make 'em tough in Hampshire, do they?