Imagine that clunky tinny circus music as you fidget in your seat, wondering if you shouldn’t have had that last fried something-on-a-stick, followed by absolute silence. Followed by a drum roll. The announcer comes over the microphone as you crane your neck upward: “Layyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyydees and Gentlemen! If you will direct your attention to Miss Lila one hundred feet above me….”:
Is she going to walk a tightrope? Dive into a bucket? What is this poor goat, who is literally half white and half brown, as if her coloring was professionally done, doing way up there?
Also, here’s a lovely gift idea for the goat girl or guy who has everything:















