The Gatherer of Fucking Animals.....

.......strikes again.

The Scene:
Saturday morning at the farm auction. B.Rube and S.Rube head out to sell one large white New Zealand rabbit at 8:30 am.
At 10:30 am, the phone rings here back at the farm.

B.Rube: Hey, how you doing?
J.Rube: Good, just heading outside to do some work and thinking that you should be here too
B.Rube: Oh yeah, we're just on our way home. Just around the corner.
J.Rube: Good.
B.Rube: We have a couple of new additions to the farm.
J.Rube: What? rabbits?
B.Rube: No, you'll never guess.
J.Rube: chinchillas?
B.Rube: no, you won't guess
J.Rube: ducks?
B.Rube: no
J.Rube: what then? chickens? special chickens? a rooster?
(the morning auction is only rabbits and birds, so I knew it wasn't sheep, goats, llama, pigs, cows, donkeys, donkeys or alpacas))
B.Rube: goslings
J.Rube: goslings
J.Rube: What the fuck are goslings? like baby geese? What do we do with geese? Don't they fly away? Do people eat geese? Where do they live? What do they eat? How old are they? Where ARE they going to live? With the chickens? Jesus, B.Rube. goslings.


(just wait until you see them. they're the sweetest things ever.)