“Bill, I want to take your picture for Instagram,” the girl-with-food said. Of course, being a dignified and extremely regal goat, I posed.
“Bill, that is not a pose,” she said again. I huffed and posed again.
“Bill!” she hollered. I rolled my eyes at her. It was a perfect pose! A lovely, demure goat on a hill. What is better than that?
I let my emotions get the best of me when I saw she had that black talky thingy again. Ugh, it disgusts me! So I licked it.
The-girl-with-food sighed and pushed my head away. I was offended, but when she started scratching under my collar I couldn’t help but forgive.