The publicist has been going into the dying garden to get us treats every day.
We are very happy about this.
One day a certain little goat had escaped.
SHE FOLLOWED THE PUBLICIST!
Right into the garden.
I am not sure she was a happy goat in there though.
It was big.
It was scary.
It was new.
She wandered around a little.
Had a nibble or two but the next time the publicist looked up...
...little Bernadette had left!
She doesn't know what she missed.