Tinkerbelle goes to Town

Just as I thought the Halfwits were becoming mundane and boring, something happened to restore my faith in my fellow halfwits.

Walking towards the entrance of our Spar supermarket, I heard a bleat. A bleat? Yes, definitely a bleat. Looking around, I espied a large white goat looking out of the window of a car in the parking lot.

"Baaaaaaaaaaa!" she cried. "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Entering the supermarket, I mentioned this fact to the cashier. The lady before me in the queue said "Oh yes, that's Tinkerbell. We're going to pre-school."

Of course! Why else would you have a goat in your car? She was a big goat too!