And Thereby Hangs A Tail: The Return

Yesterday morning the goatmother was on her way to dump the daily dose of goat berries on the big 'ole goaty poop mountain, a name to which it is most lovingly referred. As she walked along with the goatfather, something on the ground caught her eye. "Look at that! What is it? It looks like a dead bat!" The goatfather walked calmly over and touched it with his shoe. The bat ( for that is indeed what it was ) was, in fact, not dead. No indeed. Well, I'll be 'et fer a Peanut!!! It was the return of that wayward little fellow who earlier in the year bopped the goatmother on the head! Well, at least we *think* it was the same little guy. Who can be sure? After all, everyone knows bats all look alike. Probably causes identity issues.

At any rate, the goatmother rolled her eyes and sighed. Time to go get the whisk broom and the dust pan - again. So the goatfather marched off to get said paraphernalia and came back to begin the countdown for Lunar Launch II. As one might have been predicted, those early morning launches rarely see success. Just as before, the little fellow extended his wings and floated nonchalantly to the earth.

Back to the shelf in the old chicken coop. Now since the bat was found just outside the barn, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind that he was headed for the Sacred Grain Room. In fact I'm pretty sure I heard some cursing and mumbling coming from that dust pan on its way back to the old chicken coop. Of course I can't be completely sure. Nonetheless, upon reaching the old coop, it was found that somebody new was already there waiting. Who knew? This time, however, the goatmother had her wits about her and got a picture as proof. After all, a picture is worth a thousand words isn't it?

So after being placed on the shelf, the directionally and altitudinally-challenged foundling managed to crawl across and hook onto the wall just like his pal. I suppose mimicry is one of the most sincere forms of flattery. That's what they say anyway. It must be true. After all, my nephew, Peanut, following my lead, is eating Peanuts now. I wonder...does this make him a cannibal?