"I'm sorry guys, but you can't have any more grass right now. It's too rich and I don't want you getting fat(ter) or getting sick from it. It's for your own good."
"You've got to be kidding, it's not like you're one to talk! What are we supposed to eat, huh? Tell us that!"
"Oh come on now guys, give me a break, you have nearly three acres behind the barn. There is plenty of food out there for two donkeys and you get the hedgerow with all the little brushy stuff you so love to murder and there is hay in your net. You just can't have the super lush lawn and pasture grass anymore. You have plenty to eat though."
"Yeah right, don't you know that the grass out there is awful, skimpy, scrawny, tasteless stuff?!"
"Um, yes actually, I do know that. That's sort of the point in fact, it should be safe for donkeys." (I hope)
"Oh the betrayal!! Ramsey, I hope you're in there looking up the number for the donkey rescue. Mom has obviously gone round the bend and is trying to starve us to death....I just can't believe this has happened....life used to be so good, now look what we're reduced to. We're not talking to you any more today Ma!"