Friday, April 06, 2012

We Aren't Mice

Well today it was a nice day. There was no ice storm. There wasn't any hail. It didn't really even rain. It was cold in the morning, but it was very nice in general.

So that is one nice day we have had this year.

Here's something funny. Betty the new herd queen has a set of triplets. One is Cubby, the friendliest little goat in the world. If he ever sees a person he runs pronging toward them and throws himself into their arms. Then there is Clover, the triplet girl. She is about the same as Cubby, maybe about 18% less enthusiastic, still way up there on the Friendlies Chart.

Then there is the little tiny one that looks just like Betty, only very pinched. His name used to be Midget, but now he is just called The Wart. Short for worrywart. That's all he does.

Worry.Worry worry worry.

If it isn't raining, he worries that it will start raining. If it is raining, he worries it will stop.

"We need rain for our crops." he says. (What crops? Is he talking about the goat berries?)

If it is time to go outside, he worries that there might be intruders outside. That's ridiculous, intruders come inside. That's why they're called intruders. If it is time to come inside, he worries that a cat might be waiting under the feeder in the stall.

"So what?" everyone says. "What is a cat going to do?"

"Cats kill mice," he explains, ominously.

"So what?" everyone says. "We aren't mice."

Today the farmer came to take all the babies outside, all seven of them. Six went pronging cheerfully out the door. Not the Wart.

"I'm not going," he yelled, from under the feeder. "I'm afraid I'll get separated from everybody."

Then when everyone had disappeared from sight, he ran screaming out of the barn.

Who is this kid anyway? His mother is the Queen, his father is totally chill. And he is The Wart.

Little dude, why not forget all that hassle and relax like Cubby and Clover? Like Cloudy and Horatio? Like the two little LaManchas, what are their names anyway? Have some Cherry Trance Milk and just relax.






3 comments :

Marigold said...

Oh, no. I think the Goatmother is The Wart here. I don't understand it, really. It is Rule No.2 on my list of what to do when life gets in the way. I was thinking, though, if his mother is the Queen ... does he have large ears that stick out? That could explain a lot.

Ozarks Goat Girl said...

I believe an animal should be given a name to live up to. Midget isn't such a name, Wart is worse. Try changing this little buckling's name to Governor, no that's not really one to emulate these days, or Senator, no that's not either, how about Cowboy?

Claire the Shepherdess said...

Poor little wart. I can totally relate to him. I have the same affliction. I think perhaps he should be named Napoleon. His diminutive size has given him a complex. I just have a complex because I am a freak. But seriously, he needs a better name than the wart.