Whoops. I let this one out of the gate a little too vigorously and it decided to pay no attention to me afterwards. This is what happens when you give them any small taste of independence-- they go rogue.
As an explanation: It started off as some little known Aesop's about a broken goat horn and degenerated into Little Bo Peep. But a Peep with some grit, and I like her, despite her wayward genesis. No frills and petticoats for this shepherd. Also, no reason as to the goats.
Oh, and just so's you know, she started off as a man, so stop making fun of her calf muscles. Those hills can be hard on a girl.
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