You'd think that the novelty of the petting zoo at Niabi would have worn off after the first visit, but then again, you aren't 22 months old. We had to apologize to the Llama again, Z still called him a cow. But the goats, oh how he loved them. Auntie Lizzie helped him get a true front row seat, even letting the goats eat right out of his hands! I of course, being Z's financier had to cough up the quarter for the feed, but it's Auntie Lizzie who gets all the glory. Not that Z noticed, he was too busy getting to know all the goats.
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