Nutmeg was out on the town yesterday morning. Again.
I conducted my investigation, assisted by my trusty shadow.
Who didn’t do any assisting.
I concluded the escape was taking place on this side of the goat house where the fence wire was not adequately secured. Rotunda had pushed on it until she had waddled herself through it. Once having accomplished such a mission, she had been repeating it at her pleasure whenever she wanted to go to town for a Big Mac. Or whatever.
Then she’d go back to the goat house and tell the other mommies, “I just had a Big Mac!”
No wonder they don’t get along.
And then the security breach was repaired.
Nutmeg: “There’s a disturbance in the force.”
“BUT WHAT ABOUT WHEN I NEED A BIG MAC?!”