"You've been gone for a long time, Farmlady."
"I know. I missed all of you. "
"Where have you been?
"Well, Brownie, my Mom died and I had a lot to do down where she use to live."
"I'm sorry, Farmlady. Did she eat something that made her sick?"
" No, she just got old and it was her time."
"Is it my time yet?"
"No, baby. You're going to live for a long time."
"Hello Frecks. How's my beautiful goat today?"
"Hello, Farmlady. I'm sorry to hear about your Mother. The Prospector told us what happen. He had tears in his eyes one morning when he came out to feed us. He said she was a wonderful lady."
" She was, Frecks, she was."
" Well, please don't be too sad. We goats don't stay with our mothers so we don't form attachments."
"Maybe it's better that way."
"No farmlady, I don't think so. I still remember someone who nursed me and licked my eyes. I think she was beautiful. I think that I would like to see her again."
"Oh Frecks. We all miss the memory of the early years, don't we? Your so sweet. I'll bet that she was just as beautiful as you remember.
"Then remembering is a good thing, Farmlady? Sometimes it makes me sad."
" Try to remember the good things, sweetie. It's the good memories that we need. Even if they make you a little sad, it's OK. as long as they make you feel warm inside."
"Yes, I have warm inside of me. It must be a good memory."
"That's why you're such a wonderful goat, Frecks, because you had a loving mother."
Hey Murphy. What are you hiding behind the tree for?"
"Murphy? I missed you. What's the matter?"
(to be continued)