I don't know what the publicist's problem is.
I came out of the barn and I was inspecting the hay pile for damage after the big snow storm.
You saw how the snow was trying to eat our hay!
THAT is not to be allowed.
I wanted to make sure it was A-OK.
That is the kind of goat I am.
It had NOTHING to do with the fact that I wanted to eat hay.
Nothing AT ALL.
Then I heard this horrible screeching sound.
It was ungodly!
AAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBYYYYYYYYYY!
I finally figured out it was the publicist!
Oh My Goat!
She was YELLING.
AT ME!
What does she think I am?
Pffffft!
I am ABBYGOAT!
You do not yell at ME!
But she was not sounding happy so I decided to run down to her just so SHE would think I was coming in a hurry. Not because I was.
It was all a show.
Like the publicist really thinks she can control ME!
All of that screeching and yelling because I was a little bit late for goat yoga!
Pfffft!
Stupid publicist!
