Colonel Mustard
Perhaps you recall the story from last year where one of our goats escaped while on the way home from being bred with a buck. It had been a final straw for Rachel, who spent an hour looking for Lily in the dark far from home. “I don’t care what it takes. Next year, we’re getting our own buck.” You see, the job of taxiing lovesick goats back and forth from a farm with a buck largely fell on her….