Hey Presto
There is a new intern at the playground. Can you guess what his name is?
Lasse.
Now that’s not going to get confusing at all! Hehe. Bouncy-girl found a solution, though.
There she is with Vanilje. Her solution? Calling me “goat Lasse”. Which I rather like. Some people might say that’s not a flattering nickname. But then those people just need to spend some more time with goats, I say.
I was sitting with the goats when one of the boys came over with a football. He asked Mads if he wanted to play football. Soccer. Mads looked at the ball and twitched nervously and ran away. He does NOT like footballs. So the boy asked me if I wanted to do a “nikker” which sounds almost like a racial slur, but it’s just Danish slang for heading the ball. I said no, though. Sitting down like that I was afraid I wouldn’t so much head the ball as I would have the ball crash in my face and destroy y glasses. Instead I let him throw the ball to me so I could catch it. And then I threw it back. And we did that a couple of times. And then he asked me to throw the ball to him so he could head it. So I did that. And he headed the ball back to me and I caught it. And we did that for a while. I had some excellent one-handed saves, I tell you. And then another boy came and joined and I was throwing the ball to them and they’d head it back to me. Good fun. It made me miss football. I used to play football all the time when I was a kid. Now I only watch it on TV. And play it on the computer. Even though I didn’t kick the ball at all I still got a bit of a surge in my stomach. Missing it. I should join them when they play football out on the pitch sometimes. That’d be fun. Kick a ball about again.
Not all is pure joy at the playground, though. Kurt told me that he is taking Vanilje and Magnethe back to his place. To be with the buck. Yeah, Vanilje is supposed to be pregnant already. But I guess they’re not completely sure that it has taken. So they’re both going. I’m going to miss them so much. Kurt said it wouldn’t be too long though. He was hoping only a week or so. I guess I can survive that. Mads is just going to have to suffer my undivided attention, the poor guy! And hopefully soon there will be a sweet, new foal to cheer me up too.
Oh I have taught myself a magic trick. I can make peanuts and raisins disappear! This trick works best when seated next to the goats, for some reason. What I’ll do is that I’ll take a few peanuts and raisins and put them in my hand. Then I’ll hold out my hand and close my eyes and say the magic words “abrakadabra, goatsie-woatsie, hulubulu Lotte hvor er du henne”. And then when I open my eyes the raisins and nuts are all gone! Boy, I tell you, the goats really love that trick! They get all excited whenever I start to do it! I think I have a promising future as a magician.
And I am sleeping better, still. Phew.
Now a coupla pics.
Oh Magnethe I will miss you so. You better come back pregnant. Then maybe people will stop calling you fat!
Mads getting himself tangled up in the rope.
And enjoying the sunshine.
I just.. couldn’t… resist…
That’s me, using him as a pillow. Sorry about the sunblasted look. It’s kinda hard taking a picture in that position. With my arm up in the air like that, it almost looks like I’m crushing him or something. But I was just lying down with my head on his stomach. And he didn’t even mind. So comfy. I could’ve fallen asleep like that.
That’s about all for today. I shall now make myself invisible. *waves arms around in the air*.
Hmm. I seem to have turned myself blue instead. Oh well. I’m going to go play Smurfs.
May 4th, 2007 at 23:02
I love the sound of your magic trick. It made me chuckle (as well as the smurf thing!)
May 5th, 2007 at 0:38
Dear Goat Lasse:
Cool nickname! Bouncy-girl is smart. Mads = “Goat on a rope” like “soap on a rope”.
I don’t like Smurfs . . . they scare me!
Our newest goat, Frankie is a “lap goat”. He wants to sit in my lap all the time and he’s pretty big to be doing that.
I want to see baby horsie pictures. When is that baby foal due???? Sille must be so uncomfortable and ready to pop.
May 5th, 2007 at 2:43
Oh, smurfs are cute, bleu, and tiny. I love them! But you know what scares me? Trolls. One time, I drove to Los Angeles and took the 13 north which is a toll road. But there was a troll at the toll road. And the sign said “Pay troll ahead.” I was frightened. So I drove back home in a thunder storm, worn, and torn, and my heart sad and scorned. I wanted to see Los Angeles and visit my friends there. But all I could do is stare. It was that troll…at the toll. And me, so sad, mad, and glad, too, to be honest. So smurfs give me mirth. And I smile for such a long while…like Mads and Lasse who both have such style that I could see for miles. Those goats of Plume, not of doom or gloom, but borne from pillows, leaves of willows, soft and steady, heady to my head when I see the photos. Oh, such happiness: Smurfs and mirth, tolls at the troll, pillows of willows, Lasse with such class. Debster filled like a dictionary Webster…
May 5th, 2007 at 11:10
I like your brown cord jacket, very aviator :3
May 5th, 2007 at 13:46
You should be called “Lasse” and he should be called “Spare Lasse”
May 5th, 2007 at 14:14
One little, two little, three little Lasse’s; four little, five little, six little Lasse’s; seven little, eight little, nine little Lasse’s; TEN little Lasse boys!
May 5th, 2007 at 21:49
Stu – David Copperfield oughta work with goats, it’d revitalize his career!
Debster – Hmm, goat on a rope? Well as long as it’s not for the shower, I think Mads would object to that! He is afraid of the water, at least when it comes showering from above.
The Smurfs have promised me that they won’t hurt you. They’re kinda like bears. Just as scared of you as you are of them. Or is that Zebras? Hmm.
I wish my goats wanted to sit in my lap! Of course I’d be crushed. But it’d be worth it! Actually I sort of had Vanilje in my lap. I lifted her up and put her in my lap. She was way too big for it though, had to put her down again. Hopefully the foal will be here soon, no foalin’ (fooling, get it?)
Luis Lemmings – I wish I had someone like you to tell me bedtime stories before I fell asleep. You are awesome Luis!
Clare – I haven’t seen the aviator but I’m going to take that as a compliment. And I’m going to take this lemon as a piece of chocolate. Mm.
Stu – It’s a good thing I have spare parts now, if anything was to happen to me!
Debster – I’m going to go to bed and count Plume’s until I fall asleep!