Left to right: Cookie Doe, Clover, Nutmeg.
Cookie Doe, darling, let me answer as to what I see instead. I see a joke you’re playing on me.
I’ve had several questions about Cookie Doe, even if she might be DEAD! She’s not! At least NOT YET! Though considering what a rascal she’s been– It’s the quiet ones, don’t you know.
Oh, that sweet Cookie Doe. Such a dear! So calm and patient and serene, awaiting her precious babes’ births. Oh, sure, she took the extra cookies. The cinnamon buns. THE CAKE.
Members of the jury, I have researched this issue and I present the evidence: Cookie Doe’s arrival at Stringtown Rising Farm and my post the day before, which establishes beyond a reasonable doubt that Cookie Doe came home with me on August 15.
Goats are pregnant for five months. If the dates don’t fit, you must throw a fit!
If Cookie Doe was 4 1/2 months pregnant, she would look like this:
Instead, she looks like this:
COOKIE DOE IS A COOKIE-STEALING LIAR! A CINNAMON BUN-THIEF! A CAKE ROBBER! COOKIE DOE WAS NEVER PREGNANT!
She’s just fat. AND NO WONDER.
Clover: “I told you I was the good one.”