Mommy want a biscuit? Pretty girl. Of course I have biscuits for you, Clover! Look at all the other goats, how jealous they are. But these biscuits are just for you, Clover. You’re so special. Just think, we’ll be starting to milk soon and– Clover?
I bring the biscuits, I can take them away!!!
She doesn’t look cooperative, does she? I reached for her udder the other day, just to see what she’d do, and she kicked me so hard, she sent me flying over the chicken house. WOULD I EXAGGERATE?