...was my response to Tim as he walked back into the pool area at the Rec Center late Saturday afternoon.
We are supposed to be in a state of "downsizing:" giving away things that we aren't/won't be using, beginning to pack things away, making plans for storing our belongings and finding homes for our pets while we are on furlough. So, I was more than a little surprised when I show up at Sahel Academy for our carpool turn a few weeks back and one of the teachers stops me to let me know he has a bunny that my husband and kids ordered sitting in a box in his classroom... and would I please come and get it.
Supposedly, this bunny would be to raise and then eat (we do occasionally eat rabbit here... must be a French thing). However, after about 4 weeks of a soft, cuddly little white bunny named "Menthe" (French for "mint") hopping around our house (it is already pretty well litter box trained), I'm pretty sure there is no way in the world that bunny is going to become food for our family.
Then, on Saturday, Tim walks back into the pool with this dazed and confused look on his face. I asked him what in the world had taken him so long... he was just running the girls over to one of their friends' concessions to hang out for the afternoon (these friends have about 20 horses, a gazelle, geese, ducks, chickens, goats, a cow and a steer...) and then coming straight back for an ice tea with his wife at the pool. He'd been gone for 2 hours, so I knew something fishy was up.
Still looking dazed and confuse, he simply said: "They gave Mary Michelle a baby goat." Generous... yes. Cadeau... certainly. Cultural... I have no clue. Bottom line... we are now the proud owners of an unsolicited, but generously given baby goat and the munchkin crew is delighted. Mary Michelle could care less. *GRIN* But what in the world are we going to do with a baby goat? She is cute (And the kids are calling her Boomer, short for Boomerang, since that is the marking on her forhead.), and most everyone is getting a kick out of watching her and trying to tame her, but again I ask... What in the world are we going to do with this animal?
On top of that, I've got a horrible dilemna... I'm not sure who is crying... the little peanut or the outdoor one? I know firsthand why they call baby goats "kids."
Note: Pictures will follow - just haven't had the time to upload them yet. So "tune-in" later this week to follow our continuing saga... there are some funny things happened.
And I do have to add, a "kid" was a much preferred surprise addition (from my point of view) than the one friends of ours managed to acquire this weekend. Theirs is of the long, large, slithering, scaly and squeezing variety. Yuck! Funny thing - they leave on furlough this summer, too! I think I'll keep our goat!