What's a goat to do? I lead a simple life. I try to be good. Admittedly, I occasionally give into that primal urge to butt something, but not that often. Really. So why is the Universe against me?
Look. Ella is growing a beard. Can you see it? No?
Look closer. Oy. You might remember my post of old - the one about the Zen of Beards in which I proudly displayed my seven hairs? I still only have seven hairs. Ella is younger than me. She is taller than me. I ask you, is this fair?
To add insult to injury, even Watson has more hair on his chin than I do. Watson is only nine months old, for baaaing out loud! Oh, the humiliation of it all.
So Peanut began to smirk. (I know. He's a cute smirker. Just never you mind that now!)
Ella laughed out loud.
And Boo? A picture is worth a thousand words, grasshopper. (I sure wouldn't be laughing at anyone else if I were that wide!)
You know, Antonio Porchia, in Voces, 1943, wrote, "A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence." As far as I'm concerned, you're all pretty darned noisy. So be silent already! You ain't all that and even one bag of Peanuts, Ella.