I have a story to maaaa to you that you will not believe.
I would not lie to you.
I will admaaa-t that I am getting along in my years.
I want to sit peacefully in my pen and bask in the sun.
I maaaa to you, is there anything wrong with this?
I do not think so.
But a horror has been visited upon our little farm.
A horror I have never experienced before.
It has caused the publicist to actually set me up with a feeding station OUTSIDE of a pen.
She was very good to me; she gave me fresh hay, tasty grain and nice hot water.
I didn't have to share with anygoat.
It's nice to be treated in such a special way.
But it's the REASON that I have to be set up like this.
It's the HORROR that has been visited upon me and my goatson.
You will not believe it.
It follows me around.
It will not leave me in peace.
Oh no! Is that it?
Is it coming after me again!
I thought I was safe out here.
I thought the publicist told me I was safe.
Safe from what you ask?
I will maaa to you....
But don't tell me I didn't warn you!
HIDE, HIDE, HIDE while you can!