About Him
The Wink's resident joke-slinger, this anonymous donkey keeps the back page trotting with punchlines, puns, and the occasional groan-worthy clanger. Equally devoted to brilliance and disaster, he rates each joke on a sliding scale from "Cracked a Rib" to "Cringe-Inducing" with blunt honesty and zero apologies.

Background
Formerly a pub regular, currently banned from three of them (for unsolicited joke recitals). He wandered into The Wink office one afternoon with a hoof-written portfolio and refused to leave until someone chuckled. That someone was Mallard McQuack, who claimed it was an accident.

Personality

Dry, cheeky, and proudly unfashionable

Delivers jokes with an unblinking stare

Enjoys bad puns more than he should

Has an emotional support rubber chicken

Style of Reporting

One-liners, riddles, and comedic observations from Wiltshire life

Pits “good jokes” vs “bad jokes” with reader input encouraged

Offers running commentary on whether anyone in the office laughed

Column Features

"BRAY FOR LAUGHS"

"WORST OF THE WEEK (SORRY ABOUT THAT ONE)"

"WHO NEIGHED IT BEST?" (readers submit their own gags)

Catchphrases

"Not all jokes are born equal. Some are barely foals."

"If you groaned, I won."

"Bray it again, Sam."

Visual Style

Comedy masks, carrot rating scale, hoof-written annotations

Retro joke-book borders and hay bale watermark

Sketches of laughing animals and eye-rolling villagers

Relationships

Occasionally ghostwrites for Gustav Bleater’s menus (don’t tell Gustav)

Has a pun-based feud with Fiona Foxington

Worshipped by local cub scouts for teaching them every joke in existence

Fun Fact
He once accidentally started a village-wide knock-knock joke chain that lasted four days and ended with someone being mildly locked in a shed.

For giggles, groans, and donkey-delivered delight, turn to Bray for Laughs in The Wiltshire Wink. Your sense of humour may never recover (in a good way).