Donkey Quotes #shrek Novels & Stories

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

I hit her back with the pillow " I am actually trying to not get us into deeper shit ! but of course it's a talk for humans not bunnies." " I'm not a bunny... You little rat." " Shut up... Freaking duck." " Stupid donkey." " Stupid sloth." " Of course, I'm talking like a stupid, how else could you understand me?" " Shut up and don't annoy me ahead, I am in no mood for that." " I'm sorry if you don't like my honesty, but to be fair, I don't want to let you leave in delusions." She said

“You scared me! Geez!” What was her name again? Piper? Pepper? “Hey! Yo momma is so ugly that if Shrek had a live action film, she wouldn’t even pass as the donkey,” I laughed out loud at my own joke while staring mockingly at the cat, as if it was Juno I was talking to and insulting directly.

The sound of him chuckling is like music, but I hold a straight face, not giving off any emotion. "Do not take this the wrong way, but you're definitely not what I heard," he says smiling and I frown slightly. "What?" "You don't have a large nose like Shrek, neither do you look like a troll nor have a hunched back. You're not the ugly beast they paint you to be," he says, and my face goes red immediately. What the hell?! I didn't expect them to say nice things about me but Shrek?! That's just sheer evil.

His response only made Dan scoff, taking a large sip of his coke. "Donald duck." Kenny chirps, a wide smile on her face. Eli's expression was met with disgust, not impressed with the four-year olds suggestion. His face completely dropping with his voice stuttering, reminding me of a minion from despicable me as he shouted "What?" Dan choked on his drink, making us all laugh harder, even when we all thought we had gained our composure back, we hadn't. "Quack, quack bitch." Dan whispers lowly, so everyone but Kennedy could hear.

Donald said laughing with Helma. Helma laughed along side Donald. "You know that night, you looked like a god that walked out of mount olimpus. You were like Zeus" she blushed. "What about now? I don't look like a god anymore?" Donald asked raising his eyebrows. Helma laughed "you look like a bag of potato now" she poked him. Donald laughed at her silly joke.

Donald duck! I started laughing hysterically and sprinted away from him. I heard loud footsteps and knew that he was following me. I glanced behind and he was pretty fast, but what was more funny was that he was galloping. I laughed loudly and squeaked, "Quack, Quack, Quack." "Don't make it hard for me whore, come here and we'll have lots of buns-nuns . . . fun," he slurred and I shook my head while running.

"And pin the tail on the realistic donkey!" "Realistic? We have a donkey?" Odette gasped. "Yes, you." How does she always fall for that? Is she that stupid? And to make it even more amusing, she burst into laughter, making an annoying donkey bray. "Risa, Risa, look at me go," she squealed, "heehaw! Heehaw!" She brayed with so much delight, kicking her legs under the table, I could tell. Neo turned to me and gave me a pitiful look.

she fired back. My brows furrowed. “Braying what?” “That's the sound a donkey makes when it's trying to shout,” she chuckled, seemingly enjoying teasing me. “I know what it means,” I snapped. “Good, then…” But before she could complete her statement, I rolled over to her and suspended myself above her, my hands by the sides of her head. “But I didn't sound that way!” I exclaimed in defense. Her smile broadened before she murmured, “Whatever gets you through the night.”

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”