[Seasonal Event] feel like whistling

His donkey shift had always been such a normal part of his life he couldn't see it as impressive or anything to be congratulated on, but he bowed again and grinned in response to the praise. Emmett had often wished he could be something a bit more exciting, more glamorous, but...a wolf or a bear wouldn't be much use around the farm; would scare the animals. Emmett nodded and walked by her to run quickly out to the market; behind his stall there was a small cart he used to store any extra produce he had at the end of the day. It would take a few trips with the amount of things they had to burn, but it would do. Running it back, the wheels squeaking and shaking, he stopped by the door and transformed, pushing his head through the harness once he'd shifted. This was clearly something he'd done many times before. With a flick of his head (large ears bouncing about) he indicated for Melita to being stacking things in the cart so he could move it. Ok, Here It Goes