No wait. What’s that? Remember that big, mean brown goat that I managed to capture by the horns and guide into a stall? The one that I eventually let out because he was crying? I saw it walking down the fence row. Wait. And there’s another.
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No wait. What’s that? Remember that big, mean brown goat that I managed to capture by the horns and guide into a stall? The one that I eventually let out because he was crying? I saw it walking down the fence row. Wait. And there’s another.
I mentioned that we’d had two sets of twins, and I was going to show them a video. I heard one little girl whisper under her breath, “I only see two; where are the others?” I let them read the essay I had written about my experience that weekend…