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Honey is such a shy, quiet, demure little wether, overpowered by bossy Clover and primadonna Nutmeg.
He’s not as loud as Nutmeg, but he misses mama, too.
Honey: “Are you a goat?”

“Do you want to be my new mother?”

“Do you like to butt heads, mommy?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can I eat your horn?”

“I love you SO MUCH, MOMMY!”

“I LOVE YOU ALL OVER!”

Miss Jacob: “Make it stop.”
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