The Stablehand

Darrach's mouth latched on to the teat and he began to drink, with all the vigor and speed a starving man in an oasis could have.

Which.

Well.

It was cute, at least.

And not terribly inaccurate, probably. Though perhaps she ought to feel a little bit affronted - it wasn't like she hadn't been keeping him well fed from the milk bottle! He didn't need to look quite that eager and excited to drink now.

Darrach's hoofs stamped at the ground as he ate, and he wagged his little tail like a puppy, making soft noises and bleating when he finished drinking and backed away from the mother goat, who seemed much happier to have nursed than before.

...Ah.

She just couldn't be upset with such a happy little boy.

"Oh! You were really thirsty, weren't you?"

The stablehand gave her an odd look.