Dear Farmer is in the midst of a frustrating situation. The Goats are being goats.
They are climbing his hay like mountains and while doing so, they are making a mess of the hay.
The Goats are jumping and romping up the steep cliffs of the bales as though it were nothing. They bounce around like they have anti-gravity-hooves. They are healthy, happy, and energized Goats.
Gone are the days of Dear Farmer having the barn all to himself, the hay remaining neatly stacked until he fed it...the Goats are terrorizing his solitude. The Goats seem to have no concern for the neatness in the hay bales.
Dear Farmer is aghast!
He comes inside at night shaking his head and moaning..."my hay. they are wrecking my hay bales..."
The Wife looks at Dear Farmer.
She has two children hanging on either leg, snotty smiles and giggles. She is holding a baby who needs a diaper change(again). The living room is covered in legos and children. An art project is strewn out on the table with more children. There is lots of activity inside the house. Yelling, laughing, thumping activity. Happy and healthy, energized children.
The Wife offers to Dear Farmer, "I'll send the children out to the barn to help you clean up from the Goats."
Dear Farmer actually looks around, at the Wife, at the house, at the children.
"No...I'll go clean it up later." , he says.
And Dear Farmer goes back out to his barn...and the Goats. It's really not that bad of a mess down at the barn.
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