The Corner Conflict

— A Shed-Side Drama Staring the Goats

The shed was hotter than judgment day. Spot lay curled in a corner, banded, bewildered, and bleating softly under his breath. Stitches, unbanded but emotionally pre-wounded, groaned nearby. Billy stood off to the side, stoic but visibly grieving. Aunt Dolly entered like a dust storm with hooves.

Spot (weakly): “This isn’t even premium shade. I just needed a wall to lean on…”

Aunt Dolly (marching up): “And what makes you think the wall belongs to you?”

Spot (not moving): “I didn’t know walls were part of the inheritance plan.”

Aunt Dolly (snorts): “Everything under this tin roof is mine. You want pity? Find a duck.”