On the dusty road behind the barn, where the old wagon creaks like a whispering bed, Donkey Andrew pulls with patience and pride — until Goat Kate leaps aboard with eyes full of mischief and dreams of motion. He brays in protest; she laughs in melody. Soon the rhythm of wheels becomes a rhythm of hearts.

Bales of hay tumble, the moon hides its face, and the wagon rolls not just through mud — but through temptation. By dawn, the road remembers their laughter better than their tracks.

A rustic rhapsody of stubbornness, flirtation, and unbridled joy — where hooves clatter, bells jingle, and love takes the reins.