Well the farmer got mad today but not mad enough. We were lolling in the front pasture when two little fat kids (human) from next door came up to the fence.
I thought they might have some licorice or cookies since they were fat kids so I went right up to the fence. Hannah Belle had the same idea and she came right up behind me. Peanut and Betty and Zilla came up behind Hannah Belle, and then Boo the ocean liner came pushing her way to the front, while Joy and Lucy actually stood up on the fence trying to reach into the kids' pockets.
Meanwhile those little fat boys were saying, "Baa, baa, baa," which on the scale of witty remarks is right around zero, in my opinion, but I stayed long enough to make sure they didn't have any ginger snaps.
Then I left. "Come on, Hannah Belle, " I said. And Hannah Belle and Peanut and Zilla and Betty left too. And Ruby and Annabel left. And Joy and Lucy left. And Eo left, and Aggie and Vel. And Scouty. And finally even Boo turned her wide load around and left.
Well, what happened then? The little princes picked up rocks and started throwing them at us.
One of them HIT me! I bawled. And then Boo bawled - she is a pretty hard target to miss, and then everybody started running.
Well, I saw one of the little teletubbies with his arm cocked back and just then I heard the loudest booming voice of all time.
CUT IT OUT!!!!!!!!!!
It was the farmer, madder than a hornet, and the two little rock-throwers were frozen solid with fear. They were stone cold busted, two of them standing there with rocks in their hands.
The farmer gave them a good yelling at, and asked a series of rhetorical questions - sometimes these are the best kind, I think.
Did they know that they could put somebody's eye out?
Would THEY like it if someone threw rocks at them?
What if they had hit that little baby goat (meaning Peanut)?
Didn't they have anything else to do?
Why did they do it?
Well they really liked the goats and they were playing (meaning they said "baa baa baa" over and over) with them (meaning us) and then the goats (meaning us) left and they wanted them to come back.
Good grief. I don't know how it happened but one of the little brats is going to come over tomorrow to give Peanut his bottle. And they both say they won't ever throw rocks at us any more.
Yeah right. Where is that pellet gun when you need it?
3 comments :
Dear Belle,
Outrageous!!! Tell Lori to keep her pants on and her hand steady!
I hope the farmer frogmarched the little pests over to their own parents for a good ticking off before inviting them over!
I think the farmer is trying to TEACH Frick and Frack about respecting our caprine friends by having them come over and interact with you, so I hope you take it in good spirit and try not to step on their little toes or kick them, even though they deserve it. I'm sure, Miss Belle, that you are a much better person than the little hooligans.
I reely enjoy reeding yer blog becuz I like gotes and I enjoy lerning abowt them, and I like following the progress of Peanut, hoo is my faverit.
I have bin challenjed by sum of my cat blog frends to make a frend of anuther species, and so I wood like to be Peanut's frend cuz I'm a runt, too, and a littul diffrint, but I don't let that git in the way of having a fabyulus life!
Is it okay with Peanut if I can be his frend? Yoo can go heer to see ware I vizited with gotes once: I LOVE gotes! If Peanut will be my frend, I will rite abowt him on my blog.
Sinseerly,
Skeezix the Cat
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