He was running up the driveway and down the driveway.
Running, running, running.
With a little hopping here and there.
Then he stopped.
What caught his eyes.
Luke and Buster Brown the goats.
What are THEY?
He did not know.
On the other hoof THEY did not know what he was either.
Little Jim was not happy with their, erm attention.
He decided to go back to the safety of the doe herd.
Smart Jim, very, very smart.
Those boys play rough!
All of us goats want to say Happy Birthday to the male person today.
He is OLD.
