My name is Darby. I’m a male, baby goat. My mom and dad weren’t purebreds. So, if I were a dog, that’d make me a mutt. I was born a twin. My brother’s name was Kelby. He only lived for a few hours. But, I was strong. And now, I’m a week old. I spend my time drinking milk, napping, and bouncing in the sunshine.
MOM! MOM! He’s on my side! MOM! He won’t leave me alone! MOM! He’s looking at me funny. MOM, MOM, MOM!!! (Yeah, you think it’s funny, but you’re not MOM!)
Whew! Five of us does just played chicken on the highway. We took on a truck with a plow. So believe me, we high-tailed it and then blew them away!
I’m Maya and this is my boy! And guess what? Tomorrow’s his birthday. He’s much older than I am, so be kind. In dog years, he’ll be 99! But, I still think he looks pretty good for his age, don’t you? Anyway, he’s got his job and I’ve got mine. And even though we have a long-distance relationship these days, we stay in touch. So, here’s my shout out to him: Happy Birthday! I hope you have a howling good time. Paws and kisses. Love, Maya.
Why are you humans in such a damn hurry? Are you even aware of your surroundings? No, you’re not hearing things. Look up! I’m high above your head, at the top of this tree. Now, you squint against the sun and ask, “What am I?” Maybe, you even back away to a safer distance. Well, I’m not a bird or a raccoon. And I’m too small to be a bear cub. So, let me give you a hint: I’ve stripped away bark at the top of the tree. Why? I’m eating it. Still guessing? I’m a porcupine. So, why didn’t you expect to see me way up here?
Breakfast is served early ’round here. And it pays to be an early riser. While the other pigs are still tucked in bed, two of us will be at the table ready and waiting. ‘Course it’s not long before the others rush out to join us. But, we always get a head start and a little extra food in our bellies.