"I heard the door."
"Relax, they won't even notice."
"If we work our way upward, we have a shot at the pie table."
"She made blackberry this time."
"I know, I know, it's worth the risk of getting busted."
"Let's go for it - you head for the right, I'll divert them on the left. They always act calmer when they have guests so as not to look frazzled. I'll entice the guests, that's your chance to grab the pie. Ready?"
"I'm ready, Big Bear, on three." Note: I've discovered with each mission, the goats have code names.
"One, two, three..."
And they were off. As the hospice guests enjoying a reprieve at our Pie Party we had this month, Stella and Iris had plans of their own. Our friend and guest, Emma, caught the daring twosome in the act, having just broken out of their pasture, making their way up to the pie table.
Alas, the covert operation was diverted at Walnut Hill by the dirt farmer, and they were banished to the back 5.
But let's hear it for the old girls, they sure know how to entertain at a party. And one can't blame them for trying to sneak a pie or two. Later that night, I brought them fresh berries for a supper side dish.
