The publicist was bringing us down from the barn and I spotted some tasty grass.
I haven't had tasty grass in a while so I ran over to it and started to munch.
It was delicious.
The publicist was yelling something about me getting in my pen but I ignored her.
Did I mention the grass was tasty?
Why haven't I had tasty grass in a while you ask?
Well, it has nothing to do with me breaking into the chicken house and eating their grain every time I was let loose to graze.
I don't care what the publicist says.
That wasn't me.
That was some other black goat.
So I just kept on grazing.
I didn't listen to her saying things I cannot repeat on a family blog.
I didn't care about all the things she had to get done.
I wanted to eat the tasty grass.
So there publicist.
So there.
Catch me if you can!
