[Mr. Mulliner]

If those goats only knew what I'm doing for them to keep them alive. I killed my knees yesterday trying to deliver my quota of phone books, just so I could make enough money to buy them. I expect a little appreciation when I take ownership of them!

[Mr. Mulliner]

Here's another puzzle for your nimble brain. These are all Christmas songs in high-falutin' language.

Quadruped with crimson proboscis.
Eight pm to six am without noise.
Minuscule hamlet in the near east.
Ancient benevolent despot
Exuberance directed to the planet.
Listen, aerial spirits announcing
Trio of monarchs
Yonder in the hay rack
Cherubim audited from aloft
Assemble, everyone who believes
Hallowed post meridian
Fantasia of a colorless december 25
A dozen twenty-four hour yule periods
Befell during the transparent bewitching hour
Homo sapiens of crystallized vapor
Desire a pair of incisors on December 25
I spied my maternal parent osculating
Perambulating through a december solstice fantasy
Adorn the vestibule
Tin tintinnabulums

[Dog]

BAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaa Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa !!!!!

The goat's saying thanks..

[gulfcoast6]

Those goats are going to really thank you.