What was that goat thinking as she contentedly chewed up my book? Was she thinking "What a great story!" Or was she thinking "What weird things people read about." All I can say is that at least she didn't eat the middle of the book. Oddly enough she stopped eating at the page I had just finished reading. Unfortunatly she also ate the last ten pages as well as the first twenty. Crazy goat! Do I go around eating your alfalfa? Until I do could you please leave my book alone.
All right. Now that I've ranted about the book-eating goat I'll answer the question that I'm sure some of you (including my Dad) are asking yourselves. Why was my book any where where a goat could get it.
Well.... it was a beautiful sunny day so Emma and I decided that instead of reading in the comforts of the living room,we would go outside to read. So we grabbed our cloaks (we like to wear our cloaks when we read Tolkien), went to our favorite "reading tree" and got ready to read. The goats however had a different schedule for the day. So after chasing the run-away goats through barbed wire, thorn bushes, and brambles, Emma and I finally went back to our book 45 minutes later. Only to find that some of the goats had been there in our absence. And had enjoyed a little nibble of my book. Thank you very little!
So now if you happen to pick up my copy of "The Hobbit" you will start where Bilbo realizes who Gandalf is, and you will end at the place where Bilbo is leaving the Lonely Mountain.
There is never a dull moment on the farm. :)
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