I cannot say I am proud of it but I have HAD IT!
This is what we had to face AGAIN today:
I repeat: WE ARE AFRICAN GOATS. WE DO NOT LIKE SNOW.
Well, what do boys know anyway?
They are not too bright.
I decided to go on goat strike.
How, you ask?
I refused to leave the barn.
That is what I maaaaaed to the publicist.
Erm. She told me tough nuts.
She told me I had to go out.
She told me I would be lonely in the barn all by myself.
I maaaaed, HARUMPH!
So she took everyone out and left me there.
And I did get lonely.
Stupid publicist. I hate when she is right.
But I will show her.
I played Ninja Goat just like my friend Fezzik taught me
Can you see me?
I am hiding from the snow!
I refused to come out so the publicist could take my photo.
So there publicist. So there!