
| The golf cart bounced and jounced along the bumpy track to the barn as a laughing brunette held the wheel steady. Her two dogs balanced precariously on the seat and in the rear a little Pigmy goat rocked back and forth in his homemade wooden basket. He seemed about to take a flying dive as they rounded the final turn and braked to a stop. “Oh ho,” said the attractive 30-something female, “We made it.” Everyone piled out at the gate to begin the afternoon chores. |
