.Every farm has that goat.
She looks sweet in the hay, but don’t be fooled. Hay isn’t just food—it’s her bed, her throne, her whole world.
She burrows. She redecorates. She turns buckets into toys and fences into challenges. She’s still sure her horns will fit through. They won’t.
She bosses everyone around, especially the youngest. It’s less mothering, more mischief.
She’s not just a goat.
She’s trouble with horns.
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