Farmgirl School

The Good Life On Pumpkin Hollow Farm

My friends and readers, I am hopping over to my other blog for awhile. It has quite a different vibe and I hope you will join me on my blog, CreatingLaBelleVie.com. If you enjoy my writings, please sign up by email or follow in Reader. I hope you enjoy this story written by our little goat kid…

Creating La Belle Vie

It was a cold blustery night when our mum said we had to be out by morn, as she’d had enough of our kicking and carrying on. So, reluctantly we left her warm womb. She gave us milk from her warm tits and kept us close. The people came to check on us and two young lads were oft reprimanded for picking us up and lugging us about. They’d put us down and we’d scamper back to our mum’s soft fur. There were other babes around the barn as well. We were all quite content.

Three days later my brothers and cousins and I were brought indoors and put into a kennel. The house was warm as we all piled into a heap and fell asleep. We heard murmurs from afar; something about us being boys and that we must go. I wondered where we were going.

The two lads…

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