“No you won’t, sweetie,” she said. She reached over and kissed the goat on the top of the head where she’d whacked him. “Do it again,” he said a moment later. “It still hurts.” “Only if you’re a good boy. And apologize to those two.” He nodded solemnly and looked down at us. “I’m sorry I wanted to murder you.” “Good Pony,” Miriam said and kissed the goat on the head.
