The Good Grass

Ipo: ::Hummmmtrillyhummm:: I want that good grass.

Chloe: It's not fair that Georgia gets all the good grass.

Anna, nibbling hay out of Ipo's neck fiber: I should be out with Momma. Not fair.

Jubilee, pushing her way past the others to the gate: I need that good grass. I have two babies to feed and they're BOTH hungry. I'm hungry. My babies are hungry. We'll all go hungry if I don't get that good grass.

Maggee: You have another baby beside me, Mommy? Where??

Chloe: Oh, Jubilee! You're always hungry and so are your babies.

Jubilee: What's your point?

Chloe: That good grass is supposed to be all mine. I must have it to maintain my girlish figure.

Ipo: You mean your fat . . .

Chloe: ::PaTUUUwee!!:: I'm not fat, I'm fluffy!

Ipo, wiping spit off her cheek: . . . er, fluffy girlish figure.

Maggee, prancing, dancing, and running around: Everybody else is excited, I guess I'm supposed to be excited, too. See me run! Look at me!

Georgia, happily munching away: What's all the fuss?

Who's weaning who?

Georgia, circling Anna: Anna, it's time for your mid-afternoon snack.

Anna, moving away: No thanks, Momma. I'm eating this tasty grass for my snack.

Georgia, circling Anna again: Come now, Anna. Time for your snack.

Anna, moving away: It's ok, Momma. I'm not that hungry.

Georgia, circling once again: Anna! Nurse! Now!

Anna, sighing: Yes, Momma . . .