Friday, January 30, 2009

The Fainting Cans




Today there was an unfortunate occurrence.

I do not know who did it although actually I know who did it. The Goat Code prevents me from mentioning who did it. If I knew. Which even if I just said I knew I might have misspoken. I’m sure it was an accident, anyway. Or maybe not. Who can say.

Sometimes things just fall over. Fainting goats for instance. They walk along, then all of a sudden whoopsie daisy, they fall over. Who can explain it.

Anyway as you know there was an earthquake this morning and as this picture clearly shows there is no seismic strapping on the cans.

Luckily for someone who shall remain nameless there was a guest visiting at the time of the unfortunate occurrence. “Oh look,” said the guest, “the grain cans fell over.”

The farmer chuckled, pretending to be good-natured and jolly, since there was a guest.

“So they did,” said the farmer, “ha ha ha.” I noticed at this point my daughter Hannah Belle carefully averting her eyes from everyone and sliding in behind Boo the Winnebago so that only the tip of her tail was visible.

Unfortunately just at that moment Boo intuited with the food-oriented part of her brain, which works several thousand percent better than all the other parts, that the guest might have access to some type of cookies or peanuts, and stampeded herself up to the stall door in a single lightning maneuever.

This left a certain party standing in plain view in the large hole in the daylight vacated by the Boobago.

“Oh, hello, Hannah Belle,” said the farmer, with an ominous smile.

3 comments :

goatgirl said...

It had to be Hannah Belle, the earthquake was polite.

Marigold said...

Hey, Ho! Watson here! Yes, Watson. I can attest to the fact that things do indeed faint. All I have to do is think that Ella is coming my way and it just happens to happen. Do you have an Ella? Perhaps it was not Peanut's mom at all. Although, given Peanut's penchant for butting things, perhaps it was. After all, he has to get it from somewhere.

Queen Quattra said...

And why wasn't I there when those cans went over?? I could of cleaned up all the evidence BEFORE the Farmer ever got out to the barn!