We have wanted goats for a very, very long time.  Finally, our wish came true. Last year, the Beatty’s said we could buy two goats from them. We couldn’t get them in the spring because mom wasn’t feeling well. Finally Mrs. Beatty called up again and said, “We have two goats that we want to give to you!” We were overjoyed and said that we would be glad to take them. 

    We had to wait three whole days until Saturday came. Mom woke us up at 7:00 a.m. in the morning to get ready to go. It took an hour and 45 minutes to drive to the Beatty’s. When we got there the goat girl, Beth, took us to the barn where we milked Cherry, a brown and black goat. Later, we would take her home with us. 

 We went out into the pasture and met a little white goat, named Flicka. Flicka means little girl in Swedish. She is the mixture of two breeds. One breed has droopy ears, and one breed has ears that stick up. So her ears are in-between. 
   We brought them home and put them in our pen. We have milked Cherry two times.