Then both children had a spot of goat time. They were allowed to put a couple of the kids on leads and drag them around for a bit. Much bleating, little cooperation, but that didn't seem to matter.
Being the moving story of a family of four (chronologically a Man, a Woman, a Girl and a Boy) adapting from life in a small English village to the strange New World of upstate New York...
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Goat-on-a-rope
The summer holidays are still quite a fresh and new thing for most families in Britain, I know, but over here we've already reached the stage of one day rolling rather indistinguishably into another. Which is fine: a bit of swimming; a lot of loafing around; trips to the library and the ice rink; seeing friends. I believe it's Wednesday, but it could equally be last Thursday or next Tuesday.
We made a brief visit to Indian Ladder Farms again yesterday, for old time's sake, as the Boy was eager to check on "his" rabbit. Binky looks fine.
Then both children had a spot of goat time. They were allowed to put a couple of the kids on leads and drag them around for a bit. Much bleating, little cooperation, but that didn't seem to matter.
Then both children had a spot of goat time. They were allowed to put a couple of the kids on leads and drag them around for a bit. Much bleating, little cooperation, but that didn't seem to matter.
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