“Hey look, guys. I can open the gate by myself!”
“Okay, we can stand here and butt heads over who’s going to go
through the gate or we can just make a run for it.”
“Yeah, we’re twins, but I’m the cuter one.”
“I’m the adorable one. Now feed me.
Don’t make me resort to gnawing on some straw.”
“Oh, all right. If I have to. It’s a messy business, but a goat’s got to eat.”
“Hey, don’t forget about me!”
Don’t worry, little one. We could not forget any of you. The cheese was really good, but watching the goats was even better.
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