Meet Hardee the baby goat. He followed me around and tried to eat my clothes. Hardee was my inspiration to have lamb chops for supper.
Staying at Leenord's farmhouse in rural Virginia for a few days. Them nights are dark and full of bleating and mooing.
And I split all this firewood all by myself. And cut down the tree all by myself. And dried the tree with my super breath all by myself. And hauled the lumber to the house with one hand tied behind my back, all by myself. And then I stacked it all by myself because myself didn't do a good job the first time. Lazy Leenord watched from the treehouse.
My super breath was so strong that I destroyed the barn. All by myself.
Leenord communing with the cattle. He's thinking, where is the cute little chocolate calf? Davy was thinking porterhouse, medium-rare. With side of baked potato and fried green tomatos.
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