Will somebody please help me? No one here is listening to me.
When I was born I was very little. Exactly 1/2 the size of my jug-headed brother. My people here loved me very much and I got to go everywhere with them for a long time.
When I got bigger, and started jumping out of my box and peeing on the sofa, well, they didn’t like that much so I had to start spending the night in the pen with my brothers and sisters. They were nice to me, but I didn’t really like them much. Still don’t.
During the day I was allowed to roam the whole property free range. I got to go eat with the horses, go in the garage any time I wanted and eat whatever grain I wanted, even the horse grain. They wouldn’t let me eat the chick starter though. I really liked that stuff.
I took naps under the back porch with the dogs, greeted company when they came, and chased chickens whenever I wanted.
I am well-behaved, they say, for a goat. I come when called, I am very good about having my feet trimmed and taking medicine. I don’t jump up with muddy feet and I stay off of the porch furniture and the cars.
So, I have NOT been able to figure out why I am now out FULL-TIME with those big goats with huge udders and my four sisters. I just want to get out of here. They are mean to me. I don’t like them and I’m sad and MAD!
Can someone please help get me out of here?
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