backyard surprises

Background:

Molly often jokes with me about bringing home randomly impractical objects or creatures. (A plasma torch. A couple dozen button quail. A huge Caterpillar tractor. A pony.)

Tomi is Molly's friend. She owns a small ranch with a seemingly constantly expanding collection of animals. Lots of horses, two German Shepherds, two Chihuahuas, a cat, and most recently, a small goat. She came over this afternoon to help Molly clean.

Leading up to this text-message conversation:

Molly: You should come by before Tomi leaves so you can see what she brought with her. =)
Alan: Please tell me it's not a pygmy goat
Molly: OK, I won't? Heh, it's just weed-eating the backyard as we clean. It has no interest in grass, amusingly.
Alan: ...you're serious? She brought a goat? I was joking.
Molly: She did! It's hanging out pretending it's on tryouts for the major leagues at Google.
Alan: LOL. How much longer is she there? Do I have time to stop for food?
Molly: Sure =)

Sure enough...