Stubborn Goat

The sunset was amazing, as the sky was decorated with different colors.

Beatrice sighed, picking up a fruit that settled on the plate.

She rolled her eyes at Melinda who was fast to pick another.

"Tell me, sister, why did you agree to come to eat with me on this not-too-far-from-home picnic?" Mel asked.

"Not too far from the home picnic? Where were you planning to make it then? In the jungle? sister?"

"It would be a waste to ask a question after a question, cause no one will answer." Mel frowned, to have Beatrice snort.

" I decided to leave the mansion, so I would not end up beating that sister of yours."

"If only Grandpa would allow, I would beat that stupid goat and hang her on the chandelier. Serves better for a clear light." Mel chuckled.

"Ha, it is not right to think Ill of people, lest the grass and trees hear it and twist the words."

Rolling her eyes, Melinda stood up and so did Beatrice when they both saw the maid coming to the backyard of the mansion.

"Is there a problem no