Wednesday, May 08, 2013

Fredwina's Guide to Getting Born, or, Meet the Mashed-Up Hand

Ok if you are planning to get born you may not know how to do it so this is a guide on getting born or anyway this is how I did it yesterday. Ok first of all wait for an inconvenient time when there is an important appointment or something like that. Ok then stick your head out, just your head. It will be light out, lighter than inside anyway.

What you will see is a red-faced farmer and what you will hear is a farmer cussing.

"Damn it," the farmer will say. "A head and no feet! Damn it!"

Then the best thing is close your eyes but if you don't you will see a big mashed-up hand coming toward you and it will push against your nose and your whole face and the lights will go out and you will find yourself sliding back inside in the dark but if you listen closely you will still be able to hear the cussing.

"&#&%$%#!!!!" (muffled)

Then you will feel the mashed-up hand groping around and grabbing one of your legs and the mashed-up hand will bend your joints just to be sure they all bend in the same direction like a front leg should and then the hand will pull your leg up over your head which isn't very comfortable. Then the hand will grope around for another leg and then the next thing you know the mashed-up hand starts pulling you out by the legs and unceremoniously sticking its fingers in your nostrils to use them as a handle for pulling your head around. And cussing of course, but absent-mindedly by now.

All at once you will start to hear a lot of heartfelt bellowing and this is your mother congratulating you on the size of your head as it passes through her birth canal and the next thing you know you are out and about and everyone is waiting on you hand and foot and the limelight is blinding and the milk is delicious but hold the phone, all of a sudden you are yesterday's news, because "here comes the next one," says the farmer, "get some more towels."

So that's how you do it. My name is Fredwina. Do I look like I was born yesterday? That's because I was.


Lauren said...

Welcome, Fredwina and sibling(s)!

Terry said...

Dear Fredwina, congratulations on the best name, ever. Of course you had to be big, in order to contain all of that gorgeousness. I simply don't see why your farmer is profane. There is *never* profanity here.

Millie said...

You certainly came into the world with style!

Karen C said...


Goat Girls Rule! said...

Dear Fredwina, I do hope you left some skin on the farmer's knuckles -- it's the little courtesies that count.

Ozarks Goat Girl said...

Fredwina, welcome to the world! I love you already! Watch out for Crumpet.

Willow Fen Farm Goats said...

Thank you for the instructions, Fredwina! We prefer to enter the world back end first here at Willow Fen Farm because that way we can stretch out the length of time we get to stay in that comfy, cozy place for as long as possible. This also makes it possible to be bornded without having fingers poked into our eyes, nor do we have to listen to the cursing of our farmer since our ears come out almost last. We strongly recommend this method.
The Goats of Willow Fen Farm

Anonymous said...

Dear Fredwina, Welcome to the bright side! I hope you're finding it all to your liking. Might
I complement you on your adoarble ears? yes? my they are cute. With that said I hope you won't mind my hiding your essay from my yet-to-be-born babies as I prefer to make sure they come out with toes all showing. That said, I have a little ram who decided to make a show much like yours and I think he had a similar experience since he wanted to come out with his elbows together. Anyway, he's almost as cute as you, for a sheep.

Marigold said...

Actually you look rather like Wendell. It's okay, as long as you don't act like Wendell.

DebH said...

and a perfect example of "how to get born"
Too good!