If you were a girl who wanted a goat, a girl (or two) who wanted a goat not a little bit, not mildly, but madly and a lot, you would look forward to the county fair. You would squirrel away quarters all year. And then when the big day would come at last...OH!
You'd rush right past all those whirly-gig rides...right past the deep-fried pretzels and the maple-cotton candy...right past the guy hypnotizing a whole crowd of people. You would beeline for the goats.
Those goats right there with the chickens, don't they look as though they are waiting just for you? Hurry, hurry! And there's the machine with the little nibbly bits that you can buy for only a quarter. And look, you have a handful of quarters, don't you? Wow! Those nibbly bits drive the goats wild. They lick the last crumbs up with their sweet pink tongues. Oh, life is good when it's time for the fair.
When you run out of quarters, you consent to some of that cotton candy. You watch a big guy take off his shirt because the hypnotist tells the big guy that the temperature has climbed to 100 degrees. Hmm...you've been wondering about hypnotism and that is pretty fascinating. But, really, the fair is over for you. It's time to get home for supper.
Supper is the time when you can demonstrate how well you learned that new vocabulary word. Not only can you use it in a sentence, you can perform it by the paragraph: to wheedle. You've been wheedling for a while because you want a goat, maybe two (because one goat might be lonely though maybe not because you do have really really friendly chickens to be her friend). You say you'll milk her after you learn how (and luckily the Cottage Comtesse recently posted a how-to). You say you'll hook her up to a little wagon and walk through the neighborhood calling, "Fresh eggs, milk and cheese for sale!"
In fact, you promise to get your little egg business up and running as soon as the pullets start laying. You promise to save all your quarters this year too -- not to buy nibbly bits for the goats at next year's fair. Oh, no. You are going to save your egg money to buy yourself a whole goat, a real cuddly pink-tongued soft soft soft funny little mama goat.
Isn't that right, Blossom and Fern?