'Oh, she flies through the barn with the greatest of ease, that daring goatmother down there on her knees...' Oh. Sorry. Lost track of what I really came here to say...giggle...giggle...hee... ahem... Okay. Got it out of my system now.
This, my friends, is the face of innocence. Wouldn't you agree? DO NOT BE FOOLED, for this is the face of le connaisseur des oiseaux morts. What the hay does that mean. you ridiculous goat? Well, literally translated, it means the connoisseur of dead birds. Yes, indeed. Seething with seemingly modest virtue, this face can locate deceased ornithological specimens anyone of lesser skill would pass right by - and would probably want to. Not THIS anyone! Not on your life, Prudence! She is made of sterner stuff. Already in the short span of her existence, Cabra has managed to ascertain the whereabouts, and retrieve the remains there-of, of more dead birds than even the Mighty Quinn himself. Such prowess, unfortunately, must go unrewarded. Still, Cabra, in her own way, exudes a success we should all aspire to. I believe it was Ladybird Johnson who said, "A winner is someone who recognizes his God-given talents, works his tail off (I'm sure no pun was intended here.) to develop them into skills,and uses these skills to accomplish his goals". To that end, we find ourselves wondering just what are Cabra's true goals? On the other hand, perhaps we really don't want to know.