didn't make it to the event. As Rikki's Refuge Spokes Goat it is her duty and responsibility to attend all events she is welcome at. I'm ill tummy kept her home today. When I got home she was laying in her Goat House, moaning about her tummy ache, with dribbles of Kaopectate running down her beard. She swore to me that she had been too sick to get up and eat all day, and that she desperately needed the energy a bag of Oreos would supply. However, I hear a completely different story from those who held down the fort at Rikki's Refuge, while I was it the Golf Tournament. Are you ready to fess up, nanny?
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