Every year in the fall there comes a day when four or five does come into heat at the same time.
"Oh how convenient," says the farmer. "I can take them all in to be bred and mark them off the list."
Five months later in the spring they all have their kids at the same time, causing the farmer to become (even more) bleary-eyed and short-tempered.
"Oh how inconvenient," says the farmer. "Remind me not to do that again."
Luckily at least Maddy went ahead of schedule with her mud-pit Easter Bunnies. And my mother Belle Pepper helpfully fooled the farmer and did not settle. That's good, I like being an only child.
But now Boxcar Betty, Blue Umbrella, and the sacred Jammies are lining up on the runway.
Fasten your seatbelts. There's a baby blizzard on the radar.
