Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Mystery of the Shrinking Gate

Something else annoying happened today. I was running to help the farmer put the grain in the buckets when suddenly I was trapped in the swing gate. Every time before this I was able to squeeze right through the gap at the end but this time for some reason I stuck fast. Obviously someone must have come into the barn at night and shortened the gap. Possibly some type of intruder architect or carpenter.

"It looks like you are stuck, Millie," the farmer pointed out helpfully.

The farmer started filling all the grain buckets without me.

"I guess you won't get any grain, Millie," the farmer said. I thought it was a very sad and tragic thing, but the farmer sounded quite chipper. I only gave one little whimper; I am a very stoic goat.

But then the farmer said, "Come on, Melody, you can help me fill the grain buckets."

And the new goat went scampering to help in a very brown-nosed fashion. So then I started bawling. Louder even than Walker the Talker. No justice, no peace.


goatgirl said...

Welcome to the world, Millie.
BTW Millie, Don't you think Walker the Talker would make a good pack goat for the farmer?

Marigold said...

What Ho!? A mystery??? Watson here. Marigold Holmes and I shall be right on it. However, I am thinking we might consult Boo on this since she is quite conversant with all shrinkage (except her own, of course).

Melodie said...

Hmmm...that whole gate thing sounds very suspicious to me!You should definitely have it investigated.I hope this didn't cause problems in your new friendship with Melody!

Texan said...

Millie, mmm who benefited from you being stuck? Yes the new girl!

We had that new girl here, Liberty you know... yep, uh huh.. keep a eye on the new girl!

Have you seen her with a hammer? Nails? mmm, keep a eye on that one!