Wednesday, December 19, 2012

A Christmaaaaa Carol by Charles DickensGoat

Yesterday we left Abbynezer thinking she had eaten moldy hay.

She went to sleep thinking nothing of what had happened.
She was awakened by a bright light.
A bright light in her barn.

What? What? she maaaaaed

"I am the ghoast of Christmas Tree-t Past"
I am here to show you the joy you use to take in Christmas Tree-t.

Just look at that Tree-t from many years ago!

Look how much you enjoy it!

You used to be a friendly goat.

A social goat.
But then you changed.
You did not keep Christmas!

"But...," Abbynezer maaaed

There is no but!
You are a mean, nasty goat.
You need to change.

My time is done.
I hope you learned to be more social.

Abbynezer did not believe that this was the key to anything and she just went back to bed.

Come back tomorrow to see what happens next.


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