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“Think so?” asked Charlotte. Delighted,

she leaned over the fence. The next thing

she knew, the goat grabbed one of her

braids in its mouth.

“Hey! My hair!” she exclaimed,

trying to tug her thick, dark tresses

away.

“Sweetie Pie!” cried a boy in a

Whitmore Farm T-shirt, hurrying

toward them.

Charlotte thought the boy was

talking to her until he scooped

up the goat and eased the animal’s

mouth open.

“Sorry about that,” said the boy, as

Charlotte surveyed the soggy strands of

hair and Alex fought back giggles. “He loves

long hair.”

Sweetie Pie rubbed his head against the boy’s

shoulder affectionately, then stretched it out toward Charlotte.

“Aw, he’s cute,” said Charlotte. The words had barely left her lips when the

goat chomped down on her other braid.

“Oh, no! Bad goat!” scolded the boy as he repeated the rescue operation.

Giving in to laughter, Alex threw her arm around her friend’s shoulders

and led her back to the car. By the time they got home, Charlotte was chuck-

ling, too. Both girls were eager to tell Brooklyn, who was waiting on the front

steps of Alex’s house.

“Sweetie Pie must be really sick of apples if he’d rather eat people’s