Ok June Bug got born and spent her days on 24-hour food service, traveling from the milk machine (her mother Faraway) to the hay feeder to the fat girl feeder to the old lady feeder to the fenceline feeder to the horse feeder. She remained pocket size despite her prodigious eating skills and she walked right through the holes in the fence Natty Bumppo style. Like the Leatherstocking she was a goat of many names, a spirit in the grain bin, ghostwalker, feedstuffer, micro-pig, disobediator, white fog. And so on like that. This went on day after day after day after day. After day.
The farmer's patience wore thin. Then thinner and thinner, until it was a sheet of fluttering angry gauze. It could not get any thinner. The farmer said, 'listen, I am not going to tell you again.'
She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.
And now she is in the lockdown cell with her fellow criminal, Belle Starr. This is what happens.
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At least she has company in lockdown.... :)
And good company in Politics...
Oh dear. How long might lockdown last? The problem with incarceration is that the young criminals often learn bad ways from the more experienced criminals. Perhaps June Bug needs to be paired with one a bit more saintly than Belle Starr.
Oh my! Not the angry sheet of fluttering gauze?! This is serious business. Why, just the other day I was an angry sheet of fluttering gauze when the house rabbit yanked the papers off my desk for the umpteenth time that day, but I managed to get over it and the house rabbit is still unfettered (in the daytime, because unfettered rabbits at night is just madness). I am waiting for the next installment on June.
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