The sun came out and Beanie and friends forgot about their horns. The horns they used to one day be going to have. But not any more.
They went outside with their mothers on full display to the rest of the herd. The herd watched from behind the fat girl fence.
"That one looks okay," said Winjay, referring to Nelly. "Not great but okay."
"That one is reasonably presentable," said Belle Starr, referring to Bluey.
"I have seen worse looking kids than that one," allowed Abby, looking at Blacky.
Then came Butterbean and an uncomplimentary silence fell.
"I have not seen that before," Cherry finally said.
"That is a new twist," remarked Pebbles.
"Maybe it will come in later," postulated Crumpet, optimistically.
"Even Pinky used to have two ears," blurted Moony.
Beanie proceeded hopping about, ignoring his critics. Because after all everyone is a critic. Throw a rock, hit a critic. He looked perfectly fine after all. From certain angles. When you couldn't see that he didn't have a tail.
Diary of a Dairy Goat. This blog is the diary of one goat, Baby Belle, a Nigerian Dwarf who lives on a small dairy farm in Western Washington.