Today is my birthday! Or it might not be my birthday. It really is hard to say. My former goatmother said my birthday was March 10th, but my official papers (yes, I do have papers. They are called Re Gistration papers, although I am unsure as to what 'Gistration' is) say that my birthday is March 16th. Well, really it is only 6 days, and a '0' looks very much like a '6' when you get right down to it. I say, celebrate both days! What can it hurt?
Anyway, now I am 2 whole years old! This makes me wise beyond measure. Keeping this in mind, it is my feeling that this entitles me to be Herd Queen. I told Boo. She just looked at me. I told Ella. She was too busy digging THE HOLE and trying to push me out of it. I told the mice, but of course they didn't pay any attention because they don't understand *Goat* and there was no grain involved. I tried to tell the goatmother, but she's too focused on figuring out how to get a Fainting Goat. Besides, in my humble opinion that direct bat hit certainly didn't do her any favors.
So, here it is my birthday...or my un-birthday. Sadly, I don't think I'm going to get to be Queen today - or any day for that matter. Fine. But I'm holding out for a Peanut cake.
3 comments:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARIGOLD!!!
Dear Marigold, I hope you had a very nice day and that you got some of that luscious peanut cake!! WOW!!
I want some.....I want some...
Marigold! Congratulations, you have found a way to celebrate the many benefits of illegible handwriting! And since your brother Mars was never gistrated, you ought to celebrate a birthday for him, too, since he doesn't have any papers. HAPPY BIRTHDAYS MARIGOLD!
Thank you goatfarmer and Sweet Pea! Poor Mars! Maybe this will give me an excuse for a THIRD day of celebration! Yes!
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