What’s obviously happening is that the goats are getting sheared. Over by the barn Agate’s mom—whose first name is Pearl—has one clamped between her knees and is going at it with huge electric clippers. It is bleating. Baa-ing? Anyway, it’s making a noise like it’s getting murdered and finds getting murdered kind of annoying. She finishes and lets it go. It wobbles up and then shoots off, weirdly skinny and totally outraged, like a cat that’s just been dunked in a water bucket.
