Or: "Why My Brother Will Not Be a Farmer When He Grows Up."
My family keeps goats, which recently had a total of six babies. Half of which still can't figure out how to get milk from the source. Cue myself and my siblings, who on a daily basis brave a macho-idiotic billy, three irritable nannies, and a swarm of baby goats who think eating you alive is an act of love, all to get the job done.
It may have had a slightly adverse effect on our sanity.
It's a good thing those babies are cute.
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