Betty once went to stay for a few days with her good friend Gustave. They had been friends for over thirty years. They had attended each other’s weddings, and now both spouses had passed away.
Gustave lived on a little farm. He had a few chickens, a cow, two sheep and a goat. As well as that he had a wonderful orchard and a gorgeous flower garden.
“The break from city life will do you good,” said Gustave. “And there’s plenty to do during the day while I’m away at work.”
Betty thought it a marvellous idea. On her first day on the farm she thought she would make herself useful by doing the laundry. She washed the pile of clothes and hung them on the line to dry. The goat came along and shredded the clothes he didn’t eat.
Gustave came home and:
(Please decide on the correct ending)
1. They laughed and laughed. Never had such laughter been heard on the little farm for many a year.
2. Gustave was furious. They haven’t spoken to each other since.
#1, and they named their first (adopted) child Capretta. 🙂
You drove me to Google on purpose…
Yup!!! Google pays me for things like that!
And they had to take the goat to the vet, because it had a colic
But they had nothing to wear!
That’s right…
I’m going to go with #1 because every so often one of your stories should have a happy ending. It’s good for the soul.
And they celebrated the delightful happy ending by having chevon steaks for dinner!
Now, stop being a spoil sport, BA. 🙂
You used to be able to buy goat meat here in the supermarket – but it seems to have disappeared and we get just the ordinary available.
I suppose that’s the best I can expect.
I shall try to amend my ways, Sarah. Tomorrow’s story is set in a cemetery so they’ll be little reason to kill them off.
One, and one alone.
I think people are ganging up against me!